In the great flood of human life that is spawned upon the earth, it is not often that a man is born.

Laws have come down to us from old customs and folk-ways based on primitive ideas of man's origin, capacity and responsibility.

Chase after the truth like all hell and you'll free yourself, even though you never touch its coat tails.

The purpose of man is like the purpose of a pollywog - to wiggle along as far as he can without dying; or, to hang to life until death takes him.

If there is a soul, what is it, and where did it come from, and where does it go? Can anyone who is guided by his reason possibly imagine a soul independent of a body, or the place of its residence, or the character of it, or anything concerning it? If man is justified in any belief or disbelief on any subject, he is warranted in the disbelief in a soul. Not one scrap of evidence exists to prove any such impossible thing.

History repeats itself. That's one of the things wrong with history.

Just think of the tragedy of teaching children not to doubt.