Thou art god, I am god. All that groks is god.

Being sorry won't get you into heaven. Get happy, son. Get that old spring into your step and stay on your toes.

If you happen to be one of the fretful minority who can do creative work, never force an idea; you'll abort it if you do. Be patient and you'll give birth to it when the time is ripe. Learn to wait.

The Earth is just too small and fragile a basket for the human race to keep all its eggs in.

God split himself into a myriad parts that he might have friends. This may not be true, but it sounds good, and is no sillier than any other theology.

History does not record anywhere at any time a religion that has any rational basis. Religion is a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up to the unknown without help. But, like dandruff, most people do have a religion and spend time and money on it and seem to derive considerable pleasure from fiddling with it.

The average bloke . . . hates and fears all freedom, not only for others but for himself, and stamps it out wherever possible.