There Is No More Lively

What Do I See In The God Of That Infamous Sect If Not An Inconsistent And Barbarous Being, Today The Creator Of A World Of Destruction He Repents Of Tomorrow; What Do I See There But A Frail Being Forever Unable To Bring Man To Heel And Force Him To Bend A Knee. This Creature, Although Emanated From Him, Dominates Him, Knows How To Offend Him And Thereby Merit Torments Eternally! What A Weak Fellow, This God!

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

The Mechanism That Directs Government Cannot Be Virtuous, Because It Is Impossible To Thwart Every Crime, To Protect Oneself From Every Criminal Without Being Criminal Too; That Which Directs Corrupt Mankind Must Be Corrupt Itself; And It Will Never Be By Means Of Virtue, Virtue Being Inert And Passive, That You Will Maintain Control Over Vice, Which Is Ever Active: The Governor Must Be More Energetic Than The Governed.

Your Body Is The Church Where Nature Asks To Be Reverenced.

In An Age That Is Utterly Corrupt, The Best Policy Is To Do As Others Do.