The idea of a Supreme Being who creates a world in which one creature is designed to eat another in order to subsist, and then pass a law saying, "Thou shalt not kill," is so monstrously, immeasurably, bottomlessly absurd that I am at a loss to understand how mankind has entertained or given it house room all this long.

Everybody hates me because I'm so universally liked.

The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.

All couples must bear the strain of getting acquainted, having been, up to then, merely intimate.

There are times when breakfast seems the one thing worth getting up for.

"You don't believe in God," I said to Stein. "God is a word banging around in the human nervous system. He exists about as much as Santa Claus." "Santa Claus has had a tremendous influence, exist or not." "For children." "Lots of saints have died for God with a courage that's hardly childish." "That's part of the horror. It's all a fantasy. It's all for nothing."

We pay for security with boredom, for adventure with bother.