Perhaps the universe is nothing but an equilibrium of idiocies.
The profoundest affinities are those most readily felt.
The idea of Christ is much older than Christianity.
What religion a man shall have is a historical accident, quite as much as what language he shall speak.
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
Old age is as forgetful as youth, and more incorrigible; it displays the same inattentiveness to conditions; its memory becomes self-repeating and degenerates into an instinctive reaction, like a bird's chirp.