How on earth did it come about that all the things denounced in the Gospels are violently defended by the Christian sects?

A little common sense, goodwill, and a tiny dose of unselfishness could make this goodly earth into an earthly paradise.

All nations teach their children to be "patriotic", and abuse the other nations for fostering nationalism.

Patriotism is a lively sense of collective responsibility.

Cats are like donkeys and camels, they won't ever quite give in to human tyranny, they won't try to imitate the human soul.

I dream of silent verses where the rhyme glides noiseless as an oar.

Such shame is not even skin deep. And as to forgetting, surely, you know that is Woman's First and Greatest Art?

By the sense of mystery I understand the experience of certain places and times when one's whole nature seems to be in touch with a presence, a genius loci, a potency.

No man who has managed to keep out of an office can be called a failure in life.

At night, the moon, a pregnant woman, walks cautiously over the slippery heavens.

Millions of human vermin swarm sweating along the night-arched cavernous roads. (Happily rapid chemical processes will disintegrate them all.

Enlighten everyone you meet in your journey of life with the light of your love and kindness.

The old days are dead and gone days. For what I did in the past I have been punished. I have been cured.

Like calls to like, truth to truth and deceit to deceit.

Art thou lonely O my brother? Share thy little with another! Stretch a hand to one unfriended And thy loneliness is ended.

Expedience, not justice, is the rule of contemporary American law.

Once you discover that you can, then you must.

We can also reassure our Palestinian partners that we understand the importance of territorial contiguity in the West Bank for a viable Palestinian state ...

If I did not wear torn pants, orthopedic shoes, frantic disheveled hair, that is to say, if I did not tone down my beauty, people would go mad. Married men would run amuck.

Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking it's passage for some reason.

I wasn't one of those hideous children who make their parents sit through hour-long performances when you're seven. I didn't do anything like that thankfully.