There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.

Every heresy has been an effort to narrow the Church.

I am not fighting a hopeless fight. People who have fought in real fights don't, as a rule.

[Fairy tales] make rivers run with wine only to make us remember, for one wild moment, that they run with water.

Then I only wondered who put the toys in the stocking; now I wonder who put the stocking by the bed, and the bed in the room, and the room in the house, and the house on the planet, and the great planet in the void.

All men are ordinary men; the extraordinary men are those who know it.

Those thinkers who cannot believe in any gods often assert that the love of humanity would be in itself sufficient for them; and so, perhaps, it would, if they had it.