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

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

There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!

The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.

I have drunken deep of joy.

I never was attached to that great sect, Whose doctrine is that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend, To cold oblivion.