A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said read more

A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said the lad. "You must have little to do," said the man. The next day, they met again. Once more the lad was weeping. "Why do you weep now?" asked the man. "I am weeping because I have nothing to eat," said the lad. "I thought it would come to that," said the man.

Religion is the sum of the expansive impulses of a being.

Religion is the sum of the expansive impulses of a being.

Not life, but good life, is to be chiefly valued.

Not life, but good life, is to be chiefly valued.

To speak of God, to think of God, is in every respect to show what one is made of. I read more

To speak of God, to think of God, is in every respect to show what one is made of. I have always wagered against God and I regard the little that I have won in this world as simply the outcome of this bet. However paltry may have been the stake (my life) I am conscious of having won to the full. Everything that is doddering, squint-eyed, vile, polluted and grotesque is summoned up for me in that one word: God!

Even a band of angels can turn ugly and start looting if enough angels are unemployed and hanging around the read more

Even a band of angels can turn ugly and start looting if enough angels are unemployed and hanging around the Pearly Gates convinced that all the succubi own all the liquor stores in Heaven.

The world is dying for want, not of good preaching, but of good hearing.

The world is dying for want, not of good preaching, but of good hearing.

The church is actually patronized by the social order as a means of stabilizing and perpetuating the existing system.

The church is actually patronized by the social order as a means of stabilizing and perpetuating the existing system.

I hope I never get so old I get religious.

I hope I never get so old I get religious.

The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words; whereas read more

The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words; whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words.