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.
Robert Green IngersollThere is no harmony between religion and science. When science was a child, religion sought to strangle it in the cradle. Now that science has attained its youth, and superstition is in its dotage, the trembling, palsied wreck says to the athlete: "Let us be friends."
Robert Green IngersollA miracle is the badge and brand of fraud. ... No intelligent, honest man ever pretended to perform a miracle, and never will.
Robert Green Ingersoll