All Gods Were Immortal.

Myth Is Nothing More Than Ancient Gossip.

Render Unto Caesar The Things That Are Caesar's; And Unto God The Things That Are God's; And Unto Human Beings, What?

The Mob Shouts With One Big Mouth And Eats With A Thousand Little Ones.

Never Saw Off The Branch You Are On, Unless You Are Being Hanged From It.

Some People Drop Their Wings In Order To Grow A Hump