My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.
Exuberance is beauty.
Let every Christian, as much as in him lies, engage himself openly and publicly, before all the World, in some mental pursuit for the Building up of Jerusalem.