Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous.

I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that element. I want to know His thoughts; the rest are details.

Anything you don't understand, Mr. Rankin, you attribute to God. God for you is where you sweep away all the mysteries of the world, all the challenges to our intelligence. You simply turn your mind off and say God did it.

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC

If what Jesus said was good, what can it matter if he was God or not?

I am prepared to meet my maker; whether my maker is prepared to meet me is entirely another matter.

I cannot conceive of a God who rewards and punishes his creatures, or has a will of the type of which we are conscious in ourselves. An individual who should survive his physical death is also beyond my comprehension, nor do I wish it otherwise; such notions are for the fears or absurd egoism of feeble souls.

Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.

Subtle is the Lord, but malicious He is not.

"There are plenty of good reasons for fighting," I said, "but no good reason ever to hate without reservation, to imagine that God Almighty Himself hates with you, too. Where's evil? It's that large part of every man that wants to hate without limit, that wants to hate with God on its side."

God gave me this illness to remind me that I'm not number One; he is.

"I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done."
"Nice going, God!"
"Nobody but You could have done it, God! I certainly couldn't have."
"I feel very unimportant compared to You."
"The only way I can feel the least bit important is to think of all the mud that didn't even get to sit up and look around."

If there is a god, he sure hates people. That’s all I can say.

As part of the gun crew, he had helped to fire one shot in anger-from a 57-millimeter antitank gun. The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of the zipper on the fly of God Almighty.

To be
the eyes
and ears
and conscience
of the Creator of the Universe,
you fool. Kilgore Trout's unwritten reply to the question "What is the purpose of life?"

Thank God I am still an atheist.

It is the perfection of God's works that they are all done with the greatest simplicity. He is the God of order and not of confusion.

Quantum mechanics is certainly imposing. But an inner voice tells me that it is not yet the real thing. The theory says a lot, but does not really bring us any closer to the secret of the Old One. I, at any rate, am convinced that He does not throw dice. Letter to Max Born (12 December 1926).

If God were alive today, he would have to be an atheist, because the excrement has hit the air-conditioning big time, big time.

When god created Republicans, he gave up on everything else.

Maybe God has let everybody who ever lived be reborn - so he or she can see how it ends. Even Pitecanthropus erectus and Australopithecus and Sinanthropus pekensis and the Neanderthalers are back on Earth - to see how it ends. They're all on Times Square - making change for peepshows. Or recruiting Marines. Spoken by Dr. Norbert Woodley.

With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own. Inaugural Address (20 January 1961)

The supreme reality of our time is our indivisibility as children of God and the common vulnerability of this planet. * Speech to a joint session of the Dail and the Seanad, Dublin, Ireland (28 June 1963)

In the absence of any other proof, the thumb alone would convince me of God's existence.

Stupidity is also a gift of God, but one mustn't misuse it.