It Is Certainly No Crime To Depict

Miserable Creatures, Thrown For A Moment On The Surface Of This Little Pile Of Mud, Is It Decreed That One Half Of The Flock Should Be The Persecutor Of The Other? Is It For You, Mankind, To Pronounce On What Is Good And What Is Evil?

Murder Is A Horror, But An Often Necessary Horror, Never Criminal, Which It Is Essential To Tolerate In A Republican State. Is It Or Is It Not A Crime? If It Is Not, Why Make Laws For Its Punishment? And If It Is, By What Barbarous Logic Do You, To Punish It, Duplicate It By Another Crime?

I Have Supported My Deviations With Reasons; I Did Not Stop At Mere Doubt; I Have Vanquished, I Have Uprooted, I Have Destroyed Everything In My Heart That Might Have Interfered With My Pleasure.

Let Not Your Zeal To Share Your Principles Entice You Beyond Your Borders.

Were He Supreme, Were He Mighty, Were He Just, Were He Good, This God You Tell Me About, Would It Be Through Enigmas And Buffooneries He Would Wish To Teach Me To Serve And Know Him?