Volumes might be written upon the infinite absurdity of this most incredible, wicked and foolish of all fables (The flood) contained in that repository of the impossible, called the Bible. To me it is a matter of amazement, that it ever was for a moment believed by any intelligent human being.

The instant we admit that a book is too sacred to be doubted, or even reasoned about, we are mental serfs. It is infinitely absurd to suppose that a god would Address a communication to intelligent beings, and yet make it a crime, to be punished in eternal flames, for them to use their intelligence […]

If the book (the Bible) and my brain are both the work of the same Infinite God, whose fault is it that the book and my brain do not agree?