Love, the one supreme, unceasing source of human felicity, the one sole joy which lifts the whole mortal existence into the empyrean, was by it [Christianity] degraded into the mere mechanical action of reproduction.
There is no applause that so flatters a man as that which he wrings from unwilling throats.
The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.
The world never leaves one in ignorance or in peace.
Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.
Most crimes are sanctioned in some form or other when they take grand names.