It Is Hard Work To Be Good

The Loss Of Our Illusions Is The Only Loss From Which We Never Recover.

It Is The North Wind That Lashes Men Into Vikings; It Is The Soft, Luscious South Wind Which Lulls Them To Lotus Dreams.

We Only See Clearly When We Have Reached The Depths Of Woe.

[on Christianity:] Its Lip-service And Its Empty Rites Have Made It The Easiest Of All Tasks For The Usurer To Cloak His Cruelties, The Miser To Hide His Avarice, The Lawyer To Condone His Lies, The Sinner Of All Social Sins To Purchase The Social Immunity From Them By Outward Deference To Churches.

We Do Not Want To Think. We Do Not Want To Hear. We Do Not Care About Anything. Only Give Us A Good Dinner And Plenty Of Money, And Let Us Outshine Our Neighbors. There Is The Nineteenth Century Gospel.