I can find no room in my cosmos for a deity save as a waste product of human weakness, the excrement of the imagination.

A man can believe a considerable deal of rubbish, and yet go about his daily work in a rational and cheerful manner.

No great man is ever born too soon or too late.

The true cook is the perfect blend, the only perfect blend, of artist and philosopher. He knows his worth: he holds in his palm the happiness of mankind, the welfare of generations yet unborn.

Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.

Shall I give you my recipe for happiness? I find everything useful and nothing indispensable. I find everything wonderful and nothing miraculous. I reverence the body. I avoid first causes like the plague.

They who are all things to their neighbors cease to be anything to themselves.