I have had some trouble in regarding evil as having been intended by infinite Goodness.

Music was born of love. Had there never been any human affection, there never could have been uttered a strain of music.

I believe in the religion of reason -- the gospel of this world; in the development of the mind, in the accumulation of intellectual wealth, to the end that man may free himself from superstitious fear, to the end that he may take advantage of the forces of nature to feed and clothe the world.

Fear is a dagger with which hypocrisy assassinates the soul.

There is in all artists a little of the vagabond.

All religious systems enslave the mind. Certain things are demanded-certain things must be believed-certain things must be done-and the man who becomes the subject or servant of this superstition must give up all idea of indivuality or hope of intellectual growth or progress.

A mortgage casts a shadow on the sunniest field.