An empty head is not really empty; it is stuffed with rubbish. Hence the difficulty of forcing anything into an empty head.

Death has but one terror, that it has no tomorrow.

A sublime religion inevitably generates a strong feeling of guilt. There is an unavoidable contrast between loftiness of profession and imperfection of practice. And, as one would expect, the feeling of guilt promotes hate and brazenness. Thus it seems that the more sublime the faith the more virulent the hatred it breeds.

However different the holy causes people die for, they perhaps die basically for the same thing.

It is often the failure who is the pioneer in new lands, new undertakings, and new forms of expression.

Man is eminently a storyteller. His search for a purpose, a cause, an ideal, a mission and the like is largely a search for a plot and a pattern in the development of his life story - a story that is basically without meaning or pattern.

There is a time when the word "eventually" has the soothing effect of a promise, and a time when the word evokes in us bitterness and scorn.