The Glory of God is a human being fully alive.

All gods are homemade$$$ and it is we who pull their strings$$$ and so$$$ give them the power to pull ours.

I have known the joy and pain of friendship. I have served and been served. I have made some good enemies for which I am not a bit sorry. I have loved unselfishly$$$ and I have fondled hatred with the red-hot tongs of Hell. That's living.

It is an absurdity to believe that the Deity has human passions$$$ and one of the lowest of human passions$$$ a restless appetite for applause.

We have not the remotest realistic inkling of a consciousness which is not self-consciousness.

Faith can be interested in results only$$$ for a truth once recognized as such puts an end to the believer's thinking.

A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness$$$ And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

Being good is easy$$$ what is difficult is being just.

What is said about men often has as much influence upon their lives$$$ and especially upon their destinies$$$ as what they do.