The worst moment for an atheist is when he feels a profound sense of gratitude and has no one to thank.
Shouldn't atheist have an equal obligation to explain pleasure in a world of randomness. Where does pleasure come from?
When a man ceases to believe in god, he does not believe in nothing. He believes in everything.
Somehow one can never manage to be an atheist.
Even in an empire of atheists the dead man is always sacred.
I do not feel any contempt for an atheist, who is often a man limited and constrained by his own logic to a very sad simplification.
There are arguments for atheism, and they do not depend, and never did depend, upon science. They are arguable enough, as far as they go, upon a general survey of life; only it happens to be a superficial survey of life.
Progress is Providence without God. That is, it is a theory that everything has always perpetually gone right by accident. It is a sort of atheistic optimism, based on an everlasting coincidence far more miraculous than a miracle.
The atheist is not interested in anything except attacks on atheism.
There is no bigot like the atheist.
It is still bad taste to be an avowed atheist. But now it is equally bad taste to be an avowed Christian.
Atheism is indeed the most daring of all dogmas . . . for it is the assertion of a universal negative.
For when we cease to worship God, we do not worship nothing, we worship anything.
Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions.
If I did not believe in God, I should still want my doctor, my lawyer and my banker to do so.
If there were no God, there would be no atheists.