Love truth, but pardon error.

It has taken seas of blood to drown the idol of despotism, but the English do not think they bought their laws too dearly.

Every sensible man, every honorable man, must hold the Christian sect in horror.

Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy the mad daughter of a wise mother. These daughters have too long dominated the earth.

It is not known precisely where angels dwell whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode.

This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity

He who can lead you to believe an absurdity can lead you to commit an atrocity.