The GOP and the Tea Party are for big government when it comes to personal freedoms but for small government when it comes to business regulations. -- Ben Hoffman, HuffPost commenter
"So far as religion of the day is concerned, it is a damned fake. Religion is all bunk." -- Thomas Alva Edison
"Creationists make it sound like a 'theory' is something you dreamt up after being drunk all night." -- Isaac Asimov
"The world holds two classes of men - intelligent men without religion, and religious men without intelligence." -- Abu Ala Al-Maari
"It is far better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring." -- Carl Sagan
"In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point." -- Friederich Nietzsche
"And the day will come when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the supreme being as his father in the womb of a virgin will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerve in the brain of Jupiter." -- Thomas Jefferson
“Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better; the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most; that has made it possible for evil to triumph.” -- Haile Selassie
by T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
The broad-backed hippopotamus Rests on his belly in the mud; Although he seems so firm to us He is merely flesh and blood.
Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail, Susceptible to nervous shock; While the True Church can never fail For it is based upon a rock.
The hippo's feeble steps may err In compassing material ends, While the True Church need never stir To gather in its dividends.
The 'potamus can never reach The mango on the mango-tree; But fruits of pomegranate and peach Refresh the Church from over sea.
At mating time the hippo's voice Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd, But every week we hear rejoice The Church, at being one with God.
The hippopotamus's day Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts; God works in a mysterious way-- The Church can sleep and feed at once.
I saw the 'potamus take wing Ascending from the damp savannas, And quiring angels round him sing The praise of God, in loud hosannas.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean And him shall heavenly arms enfold, Among the saints he shall be seen Performing on a harp of gold.
He shall be washed as white as snow, By all the martyr'd virgins kist, While the True Church remains below Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.
"The Hippopotamus" is reprinted from Poems. T.S. Eliot. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1920.