The gods themselves are not for ever glad. The ineffaceable, sad birth-mark in the brow of man, is but the stamp of sorrow in the signers.
The gods don’t care about men, no more than kings care about peasants.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us.
The gods are blind. And men see only what they wish.
The belly is the reason why man does not so readily take himself for a God.
The beginning of religion, more precisely its content, is the concept of religion itself, that God is the absolute truth, the truth of all things, and subjectively that religion alone is the absolutely true knoweldge.
Revealed religion is manifested religion, because in it God has become wholly manifest.
Puny man can do nothing at all to help or please God Almighty, and Luck is not the hand of God.
People who make fun of everything can never truly fall in love, nor truly believe in God.
People think pleasing God is all God care about. But any fool living in the world can see it always trying to please us back.
People don’t come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.
People both before and since have tried to evoke God or devil to justify them in what their glands insisted upon.
