Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave.

Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.

Religion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest earth with demons, hell with men, And heaven with slaves!

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.

God is a hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof; the onus probandi rests on the theist.

There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world would not be one grain of corn the richer; no one comfort would be added to the human race.