Books Make Up No Small

Though I May Not Be A King In My Future Life, So Much The Better: I Shall Nevertheless Live An Active Life And, On Top Of It, Earn Less Ingratitude.

Christianity Is An Old Metaphysical Fiction, Stuffed With Fables, Contradictions And Absurdities: It Was Spawned In The Fevered Imagination Of The Orientals, And Then Spread To Our Europe, Where Some Fanatics Espoused It, Where Some Intriguers Pretended To Be Convinced By It And Where Some Imbeciles Actually Believed It.

Artillery Adds Dignity, To What Would Otherwise Be An Ugly Brawl.

I Think It Better To Keep A Profound Silence With Regard To The Christian Fables, Which Are Canonized By Their Antiquity And The Credulity Of Absurd And Insipid People.

A Man, Who Can, In Cold Blood, Hunt And Torture A Poor, Innocent Animal, Cannot Feel Much Compassion For The Distress Of His Own Species.