Gods don't live in the sky; they live in the mind.

But the child grows up, and reaches adolescence. He stands on the threshold of life, and the school-bench is left behind him. School has taught him but little—a few facts and some elementary information. But he has learnt to reason logically, and to examine the solid foundations on which the world rests. He begins to apply his logic to everything, and when he approaches religion, doubt trembles in his soul. The absurd improbability of the legends of the Middle Ages disgusts him, and at the same time he is obsessed by the fear of remaining without a relegion, a fear which has been inculcated into his mind by his entire upbringing. Calm and cold-blooded people think it all out, and become confirmed Atheists. Not so, however, those others with fervent, burning souls!

My life's all I got and Heaven is all in my brain, and when I feel I'm in Hell my ideas are what get me through pain.

If there was a god, I'd still have both nuts.

Where questions of religion are concerned, people are guilty of every possible sort of dishonesty and intellectual misdemeanor.

The worst moment for an atheist is when he is really thankful and has no one to thank.