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

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

There is no real wealth but the labour of man.

To be omnipotent but friendless is to reign.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

The thoughts which the word "God" suggests to the human mind are susceptible of as many variations as human minds themselves.

It is only by hearsay (by word of mouth passed down from generation to generation) that whole peoples adore the God of their fathers and of their priests: authority, confidence, submission and custom with them take the place of conviction or of proofs: they prostrate themselves and pray, because their fathers taught them to prostrate themselves and pray: but why did their fathers fall on their knees?