Tolerance is a virtue of people who don't believe in anything anymore.

Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.

There are those who hate Christianity and call their hatred an all-embracing love for all religions.

We do not admire, we hardly excuse, the fanatic who wrecks this world for love of the other. But what are we to say of the fanatic who wrecks this world out of hatred of the other? He sacrifices the very existence of humanity to the non-existence of God. He offers his victims not to the altar, but merely to assert the idleness of the altar and the emptiness of the throne. He is ready to ruin even that primary ethic by which all things live, for his strange and eternal vengeance upon some one who never lived at all.

The beautification of the world is not a work of nature, but a work of art, then it involves an artist.

Even in an empire of atheists the dead man is always sacred.

Moderate strength is shown in violence, supreme strength is shown in levity.