I can find no room in my cosmos for a deity save as a waste product of human weakness, the excrement of the imagination.

Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.

He talks about the Scylla of Atheism and the Charybdis of Christianity - a state of mind which, by the way, is not conducive to bold navigation.

Never take a solemn oath. People think you mean it.

Bouillabaisse is only good because cooked by the French, who, if they cared to try, could produce an excellent and nutritious substitute out of cigar stumps and empty matchboxes.

How often could things be remedied by a word. How often is it left unspoken.

Nobody can misunderstand a boy like his own mother. Mothers at present can bring children into the world, but this performance is apt to mark the end of their capacities. They can't even attend to the elementary animal requirements of their offspring. It is quite surprising how many children survive in spite of their mothers.