Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From

Who Hateth Me But For My Happiness? Or Who Is Honored Now But For His Wealth? Rather Had I, A Jew, Be Hated Thus, Than Pitied In A Christian Poverty.

Religion! O Diabole! Fie, I Am Asham'd, However That I Seem, To Think A Word Of Such Simple Sound, Of Such Great Matter Should Be Made The Ground.

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

I'm Armed With More Than Complete Steel, - The Justice Of My Quarrel.

I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore Wish All Books Burned.