A crime against god is a demonstrated impossibility.

We are told in the Pentateuch, that god, the father of us all, gave thousands of maidens, after having killed their fathers, their mothers, and their brothers, to satisfy the brutal lusts of savage men. If there be a god, I pray him to write in his book, opposite my name, that I denied this lie for him.

I have always noticed that the people who have the smallest souls make the most fuss about getting them saved.

We all know that men in moderate circumstances can have just as comfortable houses as the richest, just as comfortable clothing, just as good food. They can see just as fine paintings, just as marvelous statues, and they can hear just as good music. They can attend the same theaters and the same operas. They can enjoy the same sunshine, and above all, can love and be loved just as well as kings and millionaires.

The history of intellectual progress is written in the lives of infidels.

An infinite God ought to be able to protect Himself, without going in partnership with State Legislatures.

And why does this same God tell me how to raise my children when he had to drown his?