If people will bring dynamite into a powder factory, they must expect explosions.

If you want your own way, God will let you have it. Hell is the enjoyment of one's own way forever.

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

For the sole true end of education is simply this: to teach men how to learn for themselves; and whatever instruction fails to do this is effort spent in vain.

Time and trouble will tame an advanced young woman, but an advanced old woman is uncontrollable by any earthly force.

God was executed by people painfully like us, in a society very similar to our own ... by a corrupt church, a timid politician, and a fickle proletariat led by professional agitators.

What do we find God 'doing about' this business of sin and evil?...God did not abolish the fact of evil; He transformed it. He did not stop the Crucifixion; He rose from the dead.

A society in which consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society founded on trash and waste, for such a society is a house built upon sand.

It is not the business of the church to adapt Christ to men, but men to Christ.

As I grow older and older, And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less Who goes to bed with whom.

If men will not understand the meaning of judgement, they will never come to understand the meaning of grace.

Where all think alike, no one thinks very much.

Empathy means realizing no trauma has discrete edges. Trauma bleeds.

The illusion of purpose and design is perhaps the most pervasive illusion about nature that science has to confront on a daily basis.

Every artist writes his own autobiography.

Demographics is destiny.

..Critically intervene in a way that challenges and changes.

Don't ask what it means, but rather how it is used.

To live, is to suffer; and the honest man is always fighting to be master of his own mind.

If there ever was a time when absolutely nothing existed, all there could possibly be now is nothing.

A thought no less than a thing, an idea equally with an empire, is resolved into a complex of infinitely extensive relations between infinitesimally small parts.