If I were personally to define religion, I would say that it is a bandage that man has invented to protect a soul made bloody by circustance.

The most futile thing in this world is any attempt, perhaps, at exact definition of character. All individuals are a bundle of contradictions - none more so than the most capable.

Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.

If I were personally to define religion, I would say that it is a bandage that man has invented to protect a soul made bloody by circustance.

To the untraveled, territory other than their own familiar heath is invariably fascinating. Next to love it is the one thing that solaces and delights.

Assure a man that he has a soul and then frighten him with old wives' tales as to what is to become of him afterward, and you have hooked a fish, a mental slave.

Shakespeare, I come!