Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.

There was too much hatred in the world; it was manifestly as dangerous as gunpowder, yet people let it lie about, in the way of ignition.

I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composing unwritten novels about the people we meet?

There is no escape from mystery. It is the character of our being.

The case against religion is the responsibility of God for the sufferings of mankind, which makes it impossible to believe the good things said about Him in the Bible, and consequently to believe anything it says about Him.

Man is a hating rather than a loving animal.

It would be no loss to the world if most of the writers now writing had been strangled at birth.