The triumph of justice is the only peace.

God so loved the world that he made up his mind to damn a large majority of the human race.

Every cradle asks us, Whence? and every coffin, Whither? The poor barbarian, weeping above his dead, can answer these questions as intelligently as the robed priest of the most authentic creed.

He was a worshiper of liberty, a friend of the oppressed. A thousand times I have heard him quote these words: 'For Justice all place a temple, and all season, summer.' He believed that happiness is the only good, reason the only torch, justice the only worship, humanity the only religion, and love the only priest. He added to the sum of human joy; and were every one to whom he did some loving service to bring a blossom to his grave, he would sleep tonight beneath a wilderness of flowers. . . .

A man is not moral because he is obedient through fear or ignorance. Morality lives in the realm of perceived obligation.

An infinite personality is an infinite impossibility.

Prayer is of no avail. The lightning falls on the just and the unjust in accordance with natural laws.