Shall I give you my recipe for happiness? I find everything useful and nothing indispensable. I find everything wonderful and nothing miraculous. I reverence the body. I avoid first causes like the plague.

It is one of the maladies of our age to profess a frenzied allegiance to truth in unimportant matters, to refuse consistently to face her where graver issues are at stake.

Has any man ever obtained inner harmony by simply reading about the experiences of others? Not since the world began has it ever happened. Each man must go through the fire himself.

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

The secret of happiness is curiosity

There is a kinship, a kind of freemasonry, between all persons of intelligence, however antagonistic their moral outlook.

One can always trust to time. Insert a wedge of time and nearly everything straightens itself out.