The hands that help are better far than lips that pray.

All religions are inconsistent with mental freedom. Shakespeare is my bible, Burns my hymn-book.

I am not so much for the freedom of religion as I am for the religion of freedom.

I cannot see why we should expect an infinite God to do better in another world than he does in this.

The church in all ages and among all peoples has been the consistent enemy of the human race. Everywhere and at all times, it has opposed the liberty of thought and expression. It has been the sworn enemy of investigation and intellectual development. It has denied the existence of facts, the tendency of which was to undermine its power. It has always been carrying fagots to the feet of Philosophy. It has erected the gallows for Genius. It has built the dungeon for Thinkers.

All the professors in all the religious colleges in this country rolled into one, would not equal Charles Darwin.

Why should we postpone our joy to another world? Let us get all we can of the good between the cradle and the grave, all that we can of the truly dramatic. If, when death comes, that is the end, we have at least made the best of this life.