Anybody depending on somebody else's gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens.

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.

Anybody depending on somebody else's gods is depending on a fox not to eat chickens.

Slogans can be worse than swords if they are only put in the right mouths.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

Among the thousand white persons, I am a dark rock surged upon, and overswept.

I feel most colored when I am thrown against a sharp white background.