Gods didn’t mind atheists, if they were deep, hot, fiery, atheists like Simony, who spend their whole life hating gods for not existing. That sort of atheism was a rock. It was nearly belief …

Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.

Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think.

The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.

Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.

There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).

When you can flatten entire cities at a whim, a tendency towards quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow's-point- of-view is seldom necessary.

There’s no point in believing in things that exist.

We make art to feel life. We do science to understand it.

If I had succumbed to peer pressure I would still be trolloping about society as a male and probably have just offed myself by now.

We are all human, and our senses are quicker to prompt us than our reason. Every man gives off a scent, and that scent tells you how to act before your head does.

You don't have to wait until people say they accept everything you say until you are actually prepared to sit down and discuss matters with them.

When we hate our enemies, we are giving them power over us: power over our sleep, our appetites, our blood pressure, our health, and our happiness.

To be a tourist is to escape accountability.

Since in reality all is void, Whereon can the dust fall?

We have not yet built a communist society.It is not so easy to build such a society.

History supplied numerous instances to prove that brute force is as nothing before soul-force.

Man loves because he is Love. He seeks Joy, for he is Joy. He thirsts for God for he is composed of God and he cannot exist without Him.