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.

The notion that faith in Christ is to be rewarded by an eternity of bliss, while a dependence upon reason, observation, and experience merits everlasting pain, is too absurd for refutation, and can be believed only by that unhappy mixture of insanity and ignorance, called faith.

Character survives; goodness lives; love is immortal.

I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. Men are not superior by reason of accidents of race or color. They are superior who have the best heart-the best brain.

Joy is wealth and love is the legal tender of the soul.

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

Every man who expresses an honest thought is a soldier in the army of intellectual liberty.