Precisely this is godliness--that there are gods, but no God.

Shared joys make a friend, not shared sufferings.

... art approaches as a saving sorceress, expert at healing. She alone knows how to turn these nauseous thoughts about the horror or absurdity of existence into notions with which one can live.

Illness is a clumsy attempt to arrive at health: we must come to nature's aid with intellect.

Yet for all that, there is nothing in me of a founder of a religion--religions are affairs of the rabble; I find it necessary to wash my hands after I have come into contact with religious people.

If virtue goes to sleep, it will be more vigorous when it awakes.

That lies should be necessary to life is part and parcel of the terrible and questionable character of existence.