Where such men love they have no desire and where they desire they cannot love

When a man is freed of religion, he has a better chance to live a normal and wholesome life.

But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

In the long run, nothing can withstand reason and experience, and the contradiction religion offers to both is palpable.

The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it does not rest until it has gained a hearing.

A collection to which nothing can be added and from which nothing can be removed is, in fact, dead!

My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.