I found that the clergy did not understand their own book.

The meanest hut with love in it is a palace fit for the gods, and a palace without love is a den only fit for wild beasts.

To give up your individuality is to annihilate yourself.

So, ministers say that they teach charity. This is natural. They live on alms. All beggars teach that others should give.

Reason is the light, the sun of the brain. It is the compass of the mind, the ever-constant Northern Star, the mountain peak that lifts itself above all clouds.

All I have to say is, Love one another - that is the height of all philosophy. It is beyond all religions. It is the secret of joy - the fountain of Perpetual Youth - the only rainbow on life's dark cloud.

Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to joy, and makes right royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.