There Is Not Enough Religion In The

The Mouth May Lie, Alright, But The Face It Makes Nonetheless Tells The Truth.

I Would Only Believe In A God Who Could Dance. And When I Saw My Devil I Found Him Serious, Thorough, Profound, And Solemn: It Was The Spirit Of Gravity—through Him All Things Fall. Not By Wrath Does One Kill But By Laughter. Come, Let Us Kill The Spirit Of Gravity!

Impoliteness Is Frequently The Sign Of An Awkward Modesty That Loses Its Head When Surprised And Hopes To Conceal This With Rudeness.

To Become Wise You Have To Want To Experience Certain Experiences, And So To Run Into Their Open Jaws. This Is Very Dangerous, Tobe Sure; Many A "wise Man" Has Been Eaten Up In Doing So.

Childhood And Youth Are Ends In Themselves, Not Stages.