The Radical Defect In Christianity Is That

When Passion And Habit Long Lie In Company It Is Only Slowly And With Incredulity That Habit Awakens To Finds Its Companion Fled, Itself Alone.

To Vice, Innocence Must Always Seem Only A Superior Kind Of Chicanery.

I Do Not Wish To Be A Coward Like The Father Of Mankind And Throw The Blame Upon A Woman.

I Have Known Men Who Have Been Sold And Bought A Hundred Times, Who Have Only Got Very Fat And Very Comfortable In The Process Of Exchange.

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.