I do not pray. . . . I do not expect God to single me out and grant me advantages over my fellow men. . . . Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. I do not choose to admit weakness. I accept the challenge of responsibility.

People can be slave-ships in shoes.

Don't you realize that the sea is the home of water? All water is off on a journey unless it's in the sea, and it's homesick, and bound to make its way home someday.

Folklore is the boiled-down juice, or pot-likker, of human living.

Happiness is nothing but everyday living seen through a veil.

Mystery is the essence of divinity

Gods always behave like the people who make them.