“For their race brings not harm upon thee in any wise, when thou fearest it from thine own race.”

The world holds two classes of men; intelligent men without religion, and religious men without intelligence.

They recite their sacred books, although the fact informs me that these are a fiction from first to last.

O fools, awake! The rites ye sacred hold Are but a cheat contrived by men of old Who lusted after wealth and gained their lust And died in baseness-and their law is dust.

O Reason, thou (alone) speakest the truth. Then perish the fools who forged the (religious) traditions or interpreted them!

The inhabitants of the earth are of two sorts.

There are two kinds of humans – the intelligent, who have no religion, and the religious, who have no intellect.

We mortals are composed of two great schools Enlightened knaves or else religious fools.

And a perpetual loss I feel if, knowing, I believe a falsehood or deny the truth.

Those with brains, but no religion, And those with religion, but no brains.

Hanifs (Muslims) are stumbling, Christians all astray Jews wildered, Magians far on error’s way.

Give a drink of water as alms to the birds which go forth at morning, and deem that they have a better right than men [to thy charity].

Reason forbade me many things which, Instinctively, my nature was attracted to;

A little doubt is better than total credulity.

They all err – Muslims, Christians, Jews and Magians.

The literal, basic thing of the stage is really like a magnet. It brings me back to earth.

As victims of hurt, we frequently don’t bring up what ails us, because so many wounds look absurd in the light of day.

After a while I started to think of that as an image of something that went a lot deeper than the dead dog, which is you can’t bring back anything to life.

It doesn’t mean we don’t take it seriously, but no one is under the delusion (that we’re) bringing world peace.

The Younger Generation comes, bringing its gifts. They are the first fruits of the Negro Renaissance. Youth speaks, and the voice of the New Negro is heard.

I will return to Libya and undertake my duties and obligations to bring equality within the chaos.

Somebody had to bring the truth to the doorstep of this president.

I need to hear something about how he`s going to bring people together in the spirit, hopefully, of Martin Luther King Jr., and if that`s not heard, then we`ve got to constantly challenge him.