The more we are proud that the Bethlehem story is plain enough to be understood by the shepherds, and almost by the sheep, the more do we let ourselves go, in dark and gorgeous imaginative frescoes or pageants about the mystery and majesty of the Three Magian Kings.

The average woman is at the head of something with which she can do as she likes; the average man has to obey orders and do nothing else.

The hands that had made the sun and stars were too small to reach the huge heads of the cattle. Upon this paradox, we might almost say upon this jest, all the literature of our faith is founded.

It is the root of all religion that a man knows that he is nothing in order to thank God that he is something.

There are some desires that are not desirable.

The atheist is not interested in anything except attacks on atheism.

In the struggle for existence, it is only on those who hang on for ten minutes after all is hopeless, that hope begins to dawn.