It requires twenty years for a man to rise from the vegetable state in which he is within his mother's womb, and… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
The Bible. That is what fools have written, what imbeciles commend, what rogues teach and young children are made to learn by… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
“I have no more than twenty acres of ground," he replied, "the whole of which I cultivate myself with the help of… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
It does not require great art, or magnificently trained eloquence, to prove that Christians should tolerate each other. I, however, am going… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy: the mad daughter of a wise mother — Voltaire Copy Share Image
Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy the mad daughter of a wise mother. These daughters have too long dominated… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
Custom, law bent my first years to the religion of the happy Muslims. I see it too clearly: the care taken of… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
In every province, the chief occupations, in order of importance, are lovemaking, malicious gossip, and talking nonsense. — Voltaire Copy Share Image
Fanaticism, to which men are so much inclined, has always served not only to render them more brutalized but more wicked. — Voltaire Copy Share Image
It is with books as with men: a very small number play a great part, the rest are lost in the multitude. — Voltaire Copy Share Image
Meslier was the most singular phenomenon ever seen among all the meteors fatal to the Christian religion. — Voltaire Copy Share Image
Every sensible man, every honorable man, must hold the Christian sect in horror." "Christianity is the most ridiculous, the most absurd and bloody religion… — Voltaire Copy Share Image
Being unable to make people more reasonable, I preferred to be happy away from them — Voltaire Copy Share Image
When his highness sends a ship to Egypt, does he trouble his head whether the mice on board are at their ease or not? — Voltaire Copy Share Image
Madness is to think of too many things in succession too fast, or of one thing too exclusively. — Voltaire Copy Share Image
God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well. — Voltaire Copy Share Image
