I am not recommending "popular" literature which aims at the lowest.

I know only one Church: it is the society of men.

He was free, free in every way, free to behave like a fool or a machine, free to accept, free to refuse, free to equivocate; to marry, to give up the game, to drag this death weight about with him for years to come. He could do what he liked, no one had the right to advise him, there would be for him no Good or Evil unless he thought them into being.

The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe.

This then is the age of reason.

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.