Is It Not Of The Imagination That

Prejudice Is The Sole Author Of Infamies: How Many Acts Are So Qualified By An Opinion Forged Out Of Naught But Prejudice!

It Requires Only Two Things To Win Credit For A Miracle: A Mountebank And A Number Of Silly Women.

Anything Beyond The Limits And Grasp Of The Human Mind Is Either Illusion Or Futility; And Because Your God Having To Be One Or The Other Of The Two, In The First Instance I Should Be Mad To Believe In Him, And In The Second A Fool.

I Think That If There Were A God, There Would Be Less Evil On This Earth. I Believe That If Evil Exists Here Below, Then Either It Was Willed By God Or It Was Beyond His Powers To Prevent It. Now I Cannot Bring Myself To Fear A God Who Is Either Spiteful Or Weak. I Defy Him Without Fear And Care Not A Fig For His Thunderbolts.

She Had Already Allowed Her Delectable Lover To Pluck That Flower Which, So Different From The Rose To Which It Is Nevertheless Sometimes Compared, Has Not The Same Faculty Of Being Reborn Each Spring.