When men yield up the privilege of thinking, the last shadow of liberty quits the horizon.

To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead.

The World is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion.

A body of men holding themselves accountable to nobody ought not to be trusted by anybody.

He who dares not offend cannot be honest.

[A]ll churches, whether Jewish, Christian or Muslim, are simply human inventions. They use fear to enslave us. They are a monopoly for power and profit.

If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.

The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.

Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it.

Religion is a history of wickedness that has served to corrupt and brutalize humankind; and, for my part, I sincerely detest it as I detest everything that is cruel.

Government, even in its best state, is but a necessary evil; in its worst state, an intolerable one.

Unfortunately, power is something that women abjure once they perceive the great difference between the lives possible to men and to women...

Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.

Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.

The person who makes a success of living is the one who sees his goal steadily and aims for it unswervingly.

So that he seemed not to relinquish life, but to leave one home for another.

Well, I don't think everything necessarily that I touch turns to gold, but I think I get great joy out of it regardless of whether it is successful or not.

What hymns are sung. What praises said. For homemade miracles of bread?

Those who cannot think, have, in my opinion, a necessity (which goes very far towards creating a right) for amusement.

Whosoever enjoys not this life, I count him but an apparition, though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh. In these moral acceptions, the way to be immortal is to die daily.

Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.