I have never understood why people who can swallow the enormous improbability of a personal God boggle at a personal Devil.

I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the possibility of love dying.

I wish sometimes you had a few bad motives, you might understand a little more about human beings.

With Your great schemes, You ruin our happiness like a harvester ruins a mouse's nest: I hate You, God, I hate You as though You existed.

Thought's a luxury. Do you think the peasant sits and thinks of God and Democracy when he gets inside his mud hut at night?

It is always of interest to know what strikes another human being as remarkable.

Media is just a word that has come to mean bad journalism.