My dear, To ramble. To tell the whole story. To cover all bases. Falsely yours, François-Marie Arouet de...

My dear, You speak about ideas I don’t believe in, you’re passionate about things I don’t find all that interesting, and sometimes I find everything you say to be a test of my nerves. … But I’ll never force you to simmer down, or go behind your back and ask the government to ban you from uttering things I don’t agree with. I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say...

My dear, Although I write you these letters constantly, A witty saying proves nothing. All it proves it that one can put words together in a fanciful way. Now, a witty life – that proves everything. Falsely yours, François-Marie...

My dear, It is one of the superstitions of the human mind to have imagined that virginity could be a virtue. For how else do you explain society’s love for the being that has never received pleasure of the body. Or the adoration we give those who have never connected with another human being on a primal level? Or the praise we give those who in a selfish sort of way have not furthered the human race by keeping themselves to...

My dear, A rightful comedy has tragedy, love, humor, despair, hope, and it holds you to the edge of your seat. Closely examined, you’ll notice that what makes a comedy, makes life… Life is a comedy, and God is the comedian. God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh. Falsely yours, François-Marie...

My dear, Does it not confuse you that those who believe in a higher being are the ones who commit the most horrible of sin, murder? In fact the Catholic church itself has killed thousands if not millions in the name of their ‘rightful cause’, just look upon the Crusades. To me it seems as if the beings who commit these horrors justify them with their belief in God (or Allah). And those who follow gladly committed these horrors...