Atheism is a religion itself complete with fanatics and bigots.

Because I had goodwill for all, I thought all were my friends. And then I learned of treachery, that some preferred my end. It wasn't the goodwill I felt that made someone a friend. What handy day, the one I learned the meaning of the word. How good to know my enemies (though their reasons are absurd!)

There is only now. And look! How rich we are in it!

Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.

The real story is not the plot, but how the characters unfold by it.

Your kisses are thieves which leave me wanting nothing.

Our true enemies are: ignorance and limitation.