I believe in nothing that I cannot touch, kiss, embrace.... The rest is only hearsay.
Paradise is the here and now, the actual, tangible, dogmatically real Earth on which we stand. Yes, God bless America, the Earth upon which we stand.
It's true: Every time you kill an elk, you're saving some cow's life.
Belief in God? An afterlife? I believe in rock: this apodictic rock beneath my feet.
Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.
Preacher to me: 'A dollar for the Lord, brother?' Me to preacher: 'That's all right, I'm headed his way. I'll give it to him when I see him.'