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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!

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

The More Defects A Man May Have, The Older He Is, The Less Lovable, The More Resounding His Success.

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

Nothing We Can Do Outrages Nature Directly. Our Acts Of Destruction Give Her New Vigour And Feed Her Energy, But None Of Our Wreckings Can Weaken Her Power.