What is faith? Is it to believe that which is evident? No. It is perfectly evident to my mind that there exists a necessary, eternal, supreme, and intelligent being. This is no matter of faith, but of reason.
It requires ages to destroy a popular opinion.
Writing is the painting of the voice.
We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.
As long as people believe in absurdities they will continue to commit atrocities.
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.