One feels like crawling on all fours after reading your work.

It is love; love, the comfort of the human species, the preserver of the universe, the soul of all sentient beings, love, tender love.

Theological religion is the source of all imaginable follies and disturbances. It is the parent of fanaticism and civil discord; it is the enemy of mankind.

The necessity of saying something, the embarrassment produced by the consciousness of having nothing to say, and the desire to exhibit ability, are three things sufficient to render even a great man ridiculous.

What! Have you no monks to teach, to dispute, to govern, to intrigue and to burn people who do not agree with them?

Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.

The opportunity for doing mischief is found a hundred times a day, and of doing good once in a year.