If any man dared to translate all that is in his heart, to put down what is really his experience, what is truly his truth, I think then the world would go to smash, that it would be blown to smithereens and no god, no accident, no will could ever again assemble the pieces, the atoms, the indestructible elements that have gone to make up the world.

Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.

I had no more need of God than He had of me, and if there were one, I often said to myself, I would meet Him calmly and spit in His face.

When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.

I have found God, but he is insufficient.

Develop an Interest in Life as you see it.