Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.
The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.
Progress is the stride of God.
I refuse the oration of all churches. I ask a prayer of all souls. I believe in God.
Friend is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.
God has made the cat to give man the pleasure of caressing the tiger.