He loves his country best who strives to make it best.

Reason is the light, the sun of the brain. It is the compass of the mind, the ever-constant Northern Star, the mountain peak that lifts itself above all clouds.

In all ages the people have honored those who dishonored them. They have worshiped their destroyers; they have canonized the most gigantic liars, and buried the great thieves in marble and gold. Under the loftiest monuments sleeps the dust of murder.

You see, after all, few rich men own their property. The property owns them.

Is there an intelligent man or woman now in the world who believes in the Garden of Eden story? If you find any man who believes it, strike his forehead and you will hear an echo. Something is for rent.

Any doctrine that will not bear investigation is not a fit tenant for the mind of an honest man.

He who commends the brutalities of the past, sows the seeds of future crimes.