There Is No God, Nature Sufficeth Unto

Wolves Which Batten Upon Lambs, Lambs Consumed By Wolves, The Strong Who Immolate The Weak, The Weak Victims Of The Strong: There You Have Nature, There You Have Her Intentions, There You Have Her Scheme: A Perpetual Action And Reaction, A Host Of Vices, A Host Of Virtues, In One Word, A Perfect Equilibrium Resulting From The Equality Of Good And Evil On Earth.

Dread Not Infanticide; The Crime Is Imaginary: We Are Always Mistress Of What We Carry In Our Womb, And We Do No More Harm In Destroying This Kind Of Matter Than In Evacuating Another, By Medicines, When We Feel The Need.

Nature Has Not Got Two Voices, You Know, One Of Them Condemning All Day What The Other Commands.

Are Wars Anything But The Means Whereby A Nation Is Nourished, Whereby It Is Strengthened, Whereby It Is Buttressed?

Religions Are The Cradles Of Despotism.