Everyone is born with psychic abilities. It's just a matter of knowing how to tap into it.

The human body is a machine that winds up its own springs: it is a living image of the perpetual motion.

Man is a machine and in the whole universe there is but a single substance, matter, variously modified.

Let us then submit to an invincible ignorance on which our happiness depends.

The brain has muscles for thinking as the legs have muscles for walking.

Therefore, since we may say, after such long experience, that religion does not imply exact honesty, we are authorized by the same reasons to think that atheism does not exclude it.

There is a special bond between twin soul mates - unconditional love, respect for each other, bringing out the best in each other, and highly compatible.

It is convention and arbitrary rewards which make all the merit and demerit of what we call vice and virtue.

Who lives as a citizen, may write as a philosopher - but write as a philosopher, it is to teach materialism!

Love conquers everything even karma.

Nothing is absolutely unjust. There is no real equity, no total grandeur, no pure vice, no absolute crime.

I made this story up to make me feel better. Now I'm writing it down. It's not true.

I grew up with an older brother, so I'm pretty good at being bashed around.

We're in a new world. We're in a world in which the possibility of terrorism, married up with technology, could make us very, very sorry that we didn't act.

No machine can wind a better sounding or tighter wind than a well trained person.

Courage, then, for the end draws near! A few more years of persistent, faithful work and the women of the United States will be recognized as the legal equals of men.

Each civilization has its own kind of pestilence and can control it only by reforming itself.

The Republicans are never anything but villains.

I rather like the smell of absurdity in the morning.

The direction we're heading is more important than individual results.

Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.