There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough.

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

Evil alone has oil for every wheel.

We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre.

To be grown up is to sit at the table with people who have died, who neither listen nor speak.

Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.

I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.