One Must Pray First, But Afterwards One

There Is No More Terrible Woe Upon Earth Than The Woe Of The Stricken Brain, Which Remembers The Days Of Its Strength, The Living Light Of Its Reason, The Sunrise Of Its Proud Intelligence, And Knows That These Have Passed Away Like A Tale That Is Told.

Count Art By Gold, And It Fetters The Feet It Once Winged.

Christianity Has Ever Been The Enemy Of Human Love.

Even Of Death Christianity Has Made A Terror Which Was Unknown To The Gay Calmness Of The Pagan And The Stoical Repose Of The Indian.

There Is No Applause That So Flatters A Man As That Which He Wrings From Unwilling Throats.