The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one.

If the wicked flourish and the fittest survive, Nature must be the god of rascals.

Our ideals, like the gods of old, are constantly demanding human sacrifices.

I would like to take you seriously, but to do so would be an affront to your intelligence.

Syllables govern the world.

What we are confronted with now is a growing perception that if we desire a certain type of civilization and culture we must exterminate the sort of people who do not fit into it.

What man really wishes to do he will find a means of doing.