If the Bible and my brain are both the work of the same infinite God, whose fault is it that the book and my brain do not agree?

In a world of cruelty, sympathy is a crime, and in a world of lies, truth is blasphemy.

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

And why does this same God tell me how to raise my children when he had to drown his?

Only a few years ago there was no person too ignorant to successfully answer Charles Darwin; and the more ignorant he was the more cheerfully he undertook the task.

We are told in the Pentateuch, that god, the father of us all, gave thousands of maidens, after having killed their fathers, their mothers, and their brothers, to satisfy the brutal lusts of savage men. If there be a god, I pray him to write in his book, opposite my name, that I denied this lie for him.

Think of the egotism of a man who believes that an infinite being wants his praise!