It is ourselves alone that make our days lucky or unlucky. Away, then, with a vain prejudice, the invention of the priesthood, which has been transmitted by our ancestors to an ignorant people.
If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent Him.
Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.
History is only the register of crimes and misfortunes.
We adore, we invoke, we seek to appease, only that which we fear.
We’re neither pure, nor wise, nor good; we do the best we know.