Whoever increases the sum of human joy, is a worshiper. He who adds to the sum of human misery, is a blasphemer.

I have no confidence in any religion that can be demonstrated only to children.

In the night of death, hope sees a star, and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.

It is like most other ancient books - a mingling of falsehood and truth, of philosophy and folly - all written by men, and most of the men only partially civilized. Some of its laws are good - some infinitely barbarous. None of the miracles related were performed. . . . Take out the absurdities, the miracles, all that pertains to the supernatural - all the cruel and barbaric laws - and to the remainder I have no objection. Neither would I have for it any great admiration.

I do not see how it is possible for an intelligent human being to conclude that the Song of Solomon is the work of God, and that the tragedy of Lear was the work of an uninspired man.

There will never be a generation of great men until there has been a generation of free women - of free mothers.

Insolence is not logic; epithets are the arguments of malice.