...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.

It is well sometimes to half understand a poem in the same manner that we half understand the world.

We have passed the age of the demagogue, the man who has little to say and says it loud. We have come to the age of the mystagogue or don, the man who has nothing to say, but says it softly and impressively in an indistinct whisper.

There is no bigot like the atheist.

I've searched all the parks in all the cities - and found no statues of Committees.

Meaninglessness does not come from being weary of pain. Meaninglessness comes from being weary of pleasure.

The classes that wash most are those that work least.