Believing In Gods Always Causes Confusion.

Growth Itself Contains The Germ Of Happiness.

Religion Was Their Meat And Their Excitement, Their Mental Food And Their Emotional Pleasure.

At Heart A Truly Modest Man, He Had Nevertheless The Modest Man's Pride In His Modesty In The Face Of Achievement.

... [i]n Any War A Victory Means Another War, And Yet Another, Until Some Day Inevitably The Tides Turn, And The Victor Is The Vanquished, And The Circle Reverses Itself, But Remains Nevertheless A Circle.

Never, If You Can Possibly Help It, Write A Novel. It Is, In The First Place, A Thoroughly Unsocial Act. It Makes One Obnoxious To One's Family And To One's Friends. One Sits About For Many Weeks, Months, Even Years, In The Worst Cases, In A State Of Stupefaction.