Since barbarism has its pleasures it naturally has its apologists.

The brute necessity of believing something so long as life lasts does not justify any belief in particular.

The Soul is the voice of the body's interests.

Faith in the supernatural is a desperate wager made by man at the lowest ebb of his fortunes.

Civilization is perhaps approaching one of those long winters that overtake it from time to time. Romantic Christendom - picturesque, passionate, unhappy episode - may be coming to an end. Such a catastrophe would be no reason for despair.

If pain could have cured us we should long ago have been saved.

Our character ... is an omen of our destiny, and the more integrity we have and keep, the simpler and nobler that destiny is likely to be.