Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.

The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.

It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.

Poor humanity, to saddle the gods with such a responsibility and throw in a vindictive temper. What griefs they hatch for themselves, what festering sores for us, what tears for our prosperity! This is not piety, this oft-repeated show of bowing a veiled head before a graven image; this bustling to every altar; this kow-towing and prostration on the ground with palms outspread before the shrines of the gods; this deluging of vow on vow. True piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.

Look at a man in the midst of doubt & danger and you will learn in his hour of adversity what he really is.

Since you must admit that there is nothing outside the universe, it can have no limit and is accordingly without end or measure. It makes no odds in which part of it you may take your stand; whatever spot anyone may occupy, the universe stretches away from him just the same in all directions without limit.

Too often in time past, religion has brought forth criminal and shameful actions... How many evils has religion caused?