...but out of the desert, from the dry places and the dreadful suns, come the cruel children of the lonely God; the real Unitarians who with scimitar in hand have laid waste the world. For it is not well for God to be alone.

Surprise is the secret of joy.

It's not that we don't have enough scoundrels to curse; it's that we don't have enough good men to curse them.

When men choose not to believe in God, they do not thereafter believe in nothing, they then become capable of believing in anything.

By experts in poverty I do not mean sociologists, but poor men.

At the bottom of all the tributes paid to democracy is the little man, walking into the little booth, with a little pencil, making a little cross on a little bit of paper. . . .

I am at one with my duality.