The radical defect in Christianity is that it tried to win the world by a bribe, and it has become a nullity.

Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.

Even of death Christianity has made a terror which was unknown to the gay calmness of the Pagan and the stoical repose of the Indian.

When you talk yourself, you think how witty, how original, how acute you are; but when another does so, you are very apt to think only - What a crib from Rochefoucauld!

We do not want to think. We do not want to hear. We do not care about anything. Only give us a good dinner and plenty of money, and let us outshine our neighbors. There is the Nineteenth Century Gospel.

Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.

No great talker ever did any great thing yet, in this world.