Such a man as instinctively feeds on pure ambrosia and leaves alone the indigestible in things.

The great lie about immortality destroys every kind of reason, every kind of naturalness in the instincts.

With the unknown, one is confronted with danger, discomfort, and care; the first instinct is to abolish these painful states. First principle: any explanation is better than none. . . . The causal instinct is thus conditional upon, and excited by, the feeling of fear. The "why?" shall, if at all possible, not give the cause for its own sake so much as for a particular kind of cause -- a cause that is comforting, liberating, and relieving.

I call Christianity the one great curse, the one great intrinsic depravity, the one great instinct for revenge for which no expedient is sufficiently poisonous, secret, subterranean, petty - I call it the one mortal blemish of mankind

Love is a state in which a man sees things most decidedly as they are not

Is man one of God's blunders? Or is God one of man's blunders?