It was not the thought that I was so unloved that froze me. I had taught myself to do without love. It was not the thought that God was cruel that froze me. I had taught myself never to expect anything from Him. What froze me was the fact that I had absolutely no reason to move in any direction. What had made me move through so many dead and pointless years was curiosity. Now even that had flickered out.

What everybody is well advised to do is to not write about your own life, this is if you want to write fast. You will be writing about your own life anyway but you won't know it.

Mankind flung its advance agents ever outward, ever outward. Eventually it flung them out into space, into the colorless, tasteless, weightless sea of outwardness without end. It flung them like stones.

A saint is a person who behaves decently in a shockingly indecent society.

The two prime movers in the Universe are Time and Luck.

Socialism is, in fact, a form of Christianity, people wishing to imitate Christ.

His response was to fight it with the only weapons at hand—passive resistance and open displays of contempt.