Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Critics search for ages for the wrong word, which, to give them credit, they eventually find.
I am just a man, not fit to do the work of God... or the Devil.
The truth is really an ambition which is beyond us.
The habit of religion is oppressive, an easy way out of thought.
If history teaches us one thing, than that history teaches us nothing.