Hypocrites weep, and you cannot tell their tears from those of saints; but no bad man ever laughed sweetly yet.
The radical defect in Christianity is that it tried to win the world by a bribe, and it has become a nullity.
Fancy tortures more people than does reality
In its permission to man to render subject to him all other living creatures of the earth, it continued the cruelty of the barbarian and the pagan, and endowed these with what appeared a divine authority.
Christianity has ever been the enemy of human love; it has forever cursed and expelled and crucified the one passion which sweetens and smiles on human life, which makes the desert blossom as the rose, and which glorifies the common things and common ways of earth. It made of this, the angel of life, a shape of sin and darkness ... Even in the unions which it reluctantly permitted, it degraded and dwarfed the passion which it could not entirely exclude, and permitted it coarsely to exist for the mere necessity of procreation.
Love, the one supreme, unceasing source of human felicity, the one sole joy which lifts the whole mortal existence into the empyrean, was by it [Christianity] degraded into the mere mechanical action of reproduction.
Honor is an old-world thing; but it smells sweet to those in whose hand it is strong.
Women hope that the dead love may revive; but men know that of all dead things none are so past recall as a dead passion.
Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?" In Nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker.
You know the Ark of Israel and the calf of Belial were both made of gold. Religion has never yet changed the metal of her one adoration.
Love is cruel as the grave.
Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!
An easy-going husband is the one indispensable comfort of life.
The bread of bitterness is the food on which men grow to their fullest stature; the waters of bitterness are the debatable ford through which they reach the shores of wisdom; the ashes boldly grasped and eaten without faltering are the price that must be paid for the golden fruit of knowledge.
One must pray first, but afterwards one must help oneself. God does not care for cowards.
you have not a boat of your own, that is just it; that is what women always suffer from; they have to steer, but the craft is some one else's, and the haul too.
Emulation is active virtue; envy is brooding malice.
Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.
Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.
It needs a great nature to bear the weight of a great gratitude.
It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.
Genius scorns the power of gold: it is wrong. Gold is the war-scythe on its chariot, which mows down the millions of its foes, and gives free passage to the sun-coursers with which it leaves those heavenly fields of light for the gross battlefields of earth.
Men are always optimists when they look inwards, and pessimists when they look round them.
A pipe is a pocket philosopher,--a truer one than Socrates, for it never asks questions. Socrates must have been very tiresome, when one thinks of it.
Power is sweet, and when you are a little clerk you love its sweetness quite as much as if you were an emperor, and maybe you love it a good deal more.
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