Souls Are Made Of Dawn-stuff And Starshine.

As We Grow Better, We Meet Better People.

The Past Is One Evil Less And One Memory More.

Action Is Thought Tempered By Illusion.

Theology, By Diverting The Attention Of Men From This Life To Another, And By Endeavoring To Coerce All Men Into One Religion, Constantly Preaching That This World Is Full Of Misery, But The Next World Would Be Beautiful - Or Not, As The Case May Be - Has Forced On Men The Thought Of Fear Where Otherwise There Might Have Been The Happy Abandon Of Nature.

The Great Man Is A Man Who Lives A Long Way Off.