You don't go after poetry, you take what comes. Maybe the gods do it through me but I certainly do a hell of a lot of the work.

You don't go after poetry, you take what comes. Maybe the gods do it through me but I certainly do a hell of a lot of the work.

It is the privilege of the gods to want nothing, and of godlike men to want little.

Some gods may cross your path, but why should gods be beautiful? They could also be frightening.

And so there is no God but has been in the loins of past gods.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

There may or may not be a God or gods; the Siblings do not concern themselves with proving or disproving such a thing. By definition, gods are more powerful than men, and thus quite able to fend for themselves without help.

Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.

A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream.

When I investigate and when I discover that the forces of the heavens and the planets are within ourselves, then truly I seem to be living among the gods.

I saw my parents as gods whose every wish must be obeyed or I would suffer the penalty of anguish and guilt.

Neither gods nor men can foresee when an evil deed will bear its fruit.

Whom the gods wish to destroy they first call promising.

In the last fifty years science has advanced more than in the 2,000 previous years and given mankind greater powers over the forces of nature than the ancients ascribed to their gods.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Anybody can put things together that belong together. to put things together that don't go together, and make it work, that takes genius like Mozart's. Yet he is presented in the play Amadeus as a kind of silly boy whom the gods loved.

Few nations have been so poor as to have but one god. Gods were made so easily, and the raw material cost so little, that generally the god market was fairly glutted and heaven crammed with these phantoms.

The gods too are fond of a joke.

Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks.

The poets are only the interpreters of the Gods.

Computers are like Old Testament gods; lots of rules and no mercy.

The gods loves to punish whatever is greater than the rest.

Never invoke the gods unless you really want them to appear. It annoys them very much.

Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction, it does so at the price of obscuring the real conditions of life. This is why they were invented in the first place.

Old myths, old gods, old heroes have never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind, waiting for our call. We have need for them. They represent the wisdom of our race.

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.

The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.

We often want one thing and pray for another, not telling the truth even to the gods.

From my example learn to be just, and not to despise the gods.

I have known no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.

There is such a thing as tempting the gods. Talking too much, too soon and with too much self-satisfaction has always seemed to me a sure way to court disaster. The forces of retribution are always listening. They never sleep.

When men make gods, there is no God!

Therefore, if the gods are immortal and eternal, what need is there of the other sex, when they themselves do not require succession, since they are always about to exist?

The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods.

From this entertainment industry, may the gods of language protect us.

There are gods, but there is no God; and all gods become devils eventually.

Since when has the world of computer software design been about what people want? This is a simple question of evolution. The day is quickly coming when every knee will bow down to a silicon fist, and you will all beg your binary gods for mercy.

Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.

All the gods are dead except the god of war.

Truth is the beginning of every good to the gods, and of every good to man.

Two thousand years ago, we lived in a world of Gods and Goddesses. Today, we live in a world solely of Gods. Women in most cultures have been stripped of their spiritual power.

The gods behold all righteous actions.

Prayer indeed is good, but while calling on the gods a man should himself lend a hand.

Badness you can get easily, in quantity; the road is smooth, and it lies close by, But in front of excellence the immortal gods have put sweat, and long and steep is the way to it.

Anyway, the title The War of the Insect Gods came before we had that ending, before we knew they had become gods. That we knew the evolutionary cycle they went through. Before we even knew anything about that. We had an ending.

It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.

Ultimately a hero is a man who would argue with the gods, and so awakens devils to contest his vision. The more a man can achieve, the more he may be certain that the devil will inhabit a part of his creation.

When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.

Life has meaning only in the struggle. Triumph or defeat is in the hands of the Gods. So let us celebrate the struggle!