But the people are ungrammatical, untidy, and their sins gaunt and ill-bred.

The orchestra whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not know I possess'd them

God is a mean-spirited, pugnacious bully bent on revenge against His children for failing to live up to his impossible standards.

There is no God any more divine than Yourself.

I have sometimes thought that the laws ought not to punish those actions of evil which are committed when the senses are steeped in intoxication.

Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.

Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.