Nature has placed mankind under the government of two sovereign masters, pain and pleasure.

The said truth is that it is the greatest happiness of the greatest number that is the measure of right and wrong.

The spirit of dogmatic theology poisons anything it touches.

Natural rights is simple nonsense: natural and imprescriptible rights, rhetorical nonsense—nonsense upon stilts.

In the mind of all, fiction, in the logical sense, has been the coin of necessity;—in that of poets of amusement—in that of the priest and the lawyer of mischievous immorality in the shape of mischievous ambition,—and too often both priest and lawyer have framed or made in part this instrument.

Create all the happiness you are able to create; remove all the misery you are able to remove. Every day will allow you, --will invite you to add something to the pleasure of others, --or to diminish something of their pains.

Prose is when all the lines except the last go on to the end. Poetry is when some of them fall short of it.