The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Of Planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.

No mistake is more to be deplored than the conception that a system of morals and religion should derive any portion of its authority either from the circumstance of its novelty or its antiquity, that it should be judged excellent, not because it is reasonable or true, but because no person has ever thought of it before, or because it has been thought of from the beginning of time.

Can man be free if woman be a slave?

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.