I believe Karl Marx could have subscribed to the Sermon on the Mount.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

You know, God has some really weird kids, and I find it hard to be in their company most of the time.

I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

I give the name of cosmic sense to the more or less confused affinity that binds us psychologically to the All which envelops us. The existence of this feeling is indubitable, and apparently as old as the beginning of thought… The cosmic sense must have been born as soon as man found himself facing the forest, the sea and the stars.

The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.

I don’t believe in an outside agent that creates the world, then walks away. But I feel very strongly there is an intelligence at work in every flower, in every blade of grass, in every cell of my body. And it is that intelligence that, I wouldn’t say created the universe. It is creating the universe. It’s an ongoing process.

The spirit of an age may be best expressed in the abstract ideal arts, for the spirit itself is abstract and ideal.

God doesn’t dwell in the wooden, stony or earthen idols. His abode is in our feelings, our thoughts.

There is nothing good or evil save in the will.

There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.

Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods.

Lyrics are always misleading because they make people think that that’s what the music is about.

I want to know all Gods thoughts; all the rest are just details.

Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call to her tribunal every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blindfolded fear.

Only that day dawns to which we are awake.

Everything happens to everybody sooner or later if there is time enough.

Hence poetry is something more philosophic and of graver import than history, since its statements are rather of the nature of universals, whereas those of history are singulars.

Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don’t have time for all that.

Men’s ideas are the most direct emanations of their material state.

I entirely concur in the propriety of resorting to the sense in which the Constitution was accepted and ratified by the nation. In that sense alone it is the legitimate Constitution.

He who can be, and therefore is, another’s, and he who participates in reason enough to apprehend, but not to have, is a slave by nature.

I do put a lot of God in my music, but not because I’m super religious. There are a lot of demons in my music, too. I acknowledge both.

To be a real philosopher all that is necessary is to hate some one else’s type of thinking.

It is well known that the Soviet Union closely regulates all organizations and movements, including religion.

Indignation is a submission of our thoughts, but not of our desires.

Atlas was permitted the opinion that he was at liberty, if he wished, to drop the Earth and creep away; but this opinion was all that he was permitted.

We hear only those questions for which we are in a position to find answers.

Not only is there no God, but try finding a plumber on Sunday.

I don’t think a Jewish or Christian or Islamic state is a proper concept. I would object to the United States as a Christian state.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

The union of the Word and the Mind produces that mystery which is called Life… Learn deeply of the Mind and its mystery, for therein lies the secret of immortality.

Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.

When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?

Wisdom begins in wonder.

Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.

Science is but an image of the truth.

The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.

When I do good I feel good, when I do bad I feel bad, and that’s my religion.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne’er was, nor is, nor e’er shall be.

There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.

One strength of the communist system of the East is that it has some of the character of a religion and inspires the emotions of a religion.

Mystical explanations are thought to be deep; the truth is that they are not even shallow.

If anyone offers conjectures about the truth of things from the mere possibility of hypotheses, I do not see by what stipulation anything certain can be determined in any science, since one or another set of hypotheses may always be devised which will appear to supply new difficulties.

For the world to be interesting, you have to be manipulating it all the time.

If anything is certain, it is that I myself am not a Marxist.

We’re all put on this earth to walk in His image, the Master.

Surely our job while we’re here on Earth is to learn about the world, not to create parallel universes.

The most basic question is not what is best, but who shall decide what is best.

If you can be well without health, you may be happy without virtue.

Nature does nothing in vain.

Of all religions, the Christian should of course inspire the most tolerance, but until now Christians have been the most intolerant of all men.

Every man is his own hell.

Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.

There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.

Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?

Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves.

The history of all previous societies has been the history of class struggles.

When you know a thing, to hold that you know it, and when you do not know a thing, to allow that you do not know it – this is knowledge.

Life is warfare.

From such crooked wood as that which man is made of, nothing straight can be fashioned.