Belief Of Some Sort Is The Lifeblood

The Christian Religion, Outwardly And Even In Intention Humble, Does, Without Meaning It, Teach Man To Regard Himself As The Most Important Of All Created Things. Man Surveys The Starry Heavens And Hears With His Ears Of The Plurality Of Worlds; Yet His Religion Bids Him Believe That His Alone Out Of These Innumerable Spheres Is The Object Of His Master's Love And Sacrifice.

[on Christianity:] Its Lip-service And Its Empty Rites Have Made It The Easiest Of All Tasks For The Usurer To Cloak His Cruelties, The Miser To Hide His Avarice, The Lawyer To Condone His Lies, The Sinner Of All Social Sins To Purchase The Social Immunity From Them By Outward Deference To Churches.

Fame! It Is The Flower Of A Day, That Dies When The Next Sun Rises.

When You Talk Yourself, You Think How Witty, How Original, How Acute You Are; But When Another Does So, You Are Very Apt To Think Only - What A Crib From Rochefoucauld!

Great Men Have Always Had Dogs.