What is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order.

For me, my thoughts are my prostitutes.

All things must be examined, debated, investigated without exception and without regard for anyone's feelings.

If you want me to believe in God, you must make me touch him.

No man has received from nature the right to give orders to others. Freedom is a gift from heaven, and every individual of the same species has the right to enjoy it as soon as he is in enjoyment of his reason.

If reason be a gift of Heaven, and we can say as much of faith, Heaven has certainly made us two gifts not only incompatible, but in direct contradiction to each other. In order to solve the difficulty, we are compelled to say either that faith is a chimera or that reason is useless.

Shakespeare's fault is not the greatest into which a poet may fall. It merely indicates a deficiency of taste.