Long time men lay oppress'd with slavish fear Religion's tyranny did domineer ... At length a mighty one of Greece began To assert the natural liberty of man, By senseless terrors and vain fancies let To slavery. Straight the conquered phantoms fled.

It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.

Rest, brother, rest. Have you done ill or well Rest, rest, There is no God, no gods who dwell Crowned with avenging righteousness on high Nor frowning ministers of their hate in hell.

Nothing comes from nothing.

Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.

All life is a struggle in the dark.

A falling drop at last will carve a stone.