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

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

There is in us a lyric germ or nucleus which deserves respect; it bids a man to ponder or create; and in this dim corner of himself he can take refuge and find consolations which the society of his fellow creatures does not provide.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

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

Distrust of authority should be the first civic duty.

The secret of happiness is curiosity