Arguments cannot be answered by personal abuse; there is no logic in slander, and falsehood, in the long run, defeats itself.

No one infers a god from the simple, from the known, from what is understood, but from the complex, from the unknown, and incomprehensible. Our ignorance is God; what we know is science.

Nothing could add to the horror of hell, except the presence of its creator, God.

The more false we destroy, the more room there will be for the true.

Death is only perfect rest.

Blasphemy is an epithet bestowed by superstition upon common sense.

Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud-and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word. But in the night of Death Hope sees a star and listening Love can hear the rustling of a wing.