Noble Characters And Pure Affections And Happy

There Is Not A Particle Of Life Which Does Not Bear Poetry Within It

I Have No Use For The Kind Of God Who Goes Walking In His Garden With A Stick, Sends His Friends To Live In The Bellies Of Whales, Gives Up The Ghost With A Groan And Then Comes Back To Life Three Days Later!

It Seems To Me That I Have Always Existed And That I Possess Memories That Date Back To The Pharaohs.

I Detest My Fellow-beings And Do Not Feel That I Am Their Fellow At All

The More Humanity Advances, The More It Is Degraded.