All our reasoning boils down to yielding to sentiment.

What part of us feels pleasure? Is it our hand, our arm, our flesh, or our blood? It must obviously be something immaterial.

Mutual cheating is the foundation of society.

Nature has made all her truths independent of one another. Our art makes one dependent on the other. But this is not natural. Each keeps its own place.

What reason have atheists for saying that we cannot rise again? That what has never been, should be, or that what has been, should be again? Is it more difficult to come into being than to return to it.

Nothing is more dastardly than to act with bravado toward God.

The truth about nature we discover with our brains. The truth about religion we discover with our hearts.