The habit of religion is oppressive, an easy way out of thought.

I was irrevocably betrothed to laughter.

I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.

Her virtue was that she said what she thought, her vice that what she thought didn't amount to much.

The habit of religion is oppressive, an easy way out of thought.

Terrorism is the war of the poor, and war is the terrorism of the rich.

The truth is really an ambition which is beyond us.