Jesus Christ is the only God who has a date in history.

Unless we do change our whole way of thought about work, I do not think we shall ever escape from the appalling squirrel-cage of economic confusion in which we have been madly turning for the last three centuries or so, the cage in which we landed ourselves by acquiescing in a social system based upon Envy and Avarice. A society in which consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society founded on trash and waste.

And heresy is, as I have tried to show, largely the expression of opinion of the untutored average man, trying to grapple with the problems of the universe at the point where they begin to interfere with his daily life and thought.

There is no solution to death.Life intends to kill us.

There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood.

The popular mind has grown so confused that it is no longer able to receive any statement of fact except as an expression of personal feeling.

I have never yet heard any middle-aged man or woman who worked with his or her brains express any regret for the passing of youth.