“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.

Evil may at some future period bring forth good; and good may bring forth evil, both equally unexpected.

It is an objective which when achieved, will bring about the fulfillment of the aspirations of Africans and people of African descent everywhere. It will at the same time advance the triumph of the international socialist revolution.

I´m not going to bring a child into the world, and love her, and bring her up, just so that some man may want to sleep with her so much that he’s willing to provide her with board and lodging for the rest of her life.

I loved you long before you loved me. It’s the only thing i have you beat at, and i’ll bring it up every chance i get.

Every authentic poem contributes to the labor of poetry… to bring together what life has separated or violence has torn apart…

The infinity of All ever bringing forth anew, and even as infinite space is around us, so is infinite potentiality, capacity, reception, malleability, matter.

Pride and excess bring disaster for man.

It’s not life that counts but the fortitude you bring into it.