We are betrayed by what is false within

George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.

I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.

The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.

When I was quite a boy I had a spasm of religion which lasted six weeks... But I never since have swallowed the Christian fable.

Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars.

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend . . . He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.