Were there no women, men might live like gods.

Arguments, like children, should be like the subject that begets them.

This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.

Cast away care, he that loves sorrow Lengthens not a day, nor can buy tomorrow; Money is trash, and he that will spend it, Let him drink merrily, fortune will send it.

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

The calmest husbands make the stormiest wives.

O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!

Honest labor bears a lovely face.

Surely man was not created to be an idle fellow; he was not set in this universal orchard to stand still as a tree.

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise.

Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

Were there no women, men might live like gods.

What a heaven is love! O what a hell!

A mask of gold hides all deformities.

This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

Age is like love, it cannot be hid.

Age is like love, it cannot be hid

Long hair will make thee look dreafully to thine enemies and manly to thy friends it is in peace an ornament in war a strong helmet it... deadens the leade thump of a bullet in winter it is a warm nightcap in summer a cooling fan of feathers.

Long hair will make thee look dreafully to thine enemies, and manly to thy friends: it is, in peace, an ornament; in war, a strong helmet; it deadens the leaden thump of a bullet: in winter, it is a warm nightcap; in summer, a cooling fan of feathers.

Sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

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.