An Atheist says to me: It has been proved, I admit, that there is
an eternal and necessary principle. But from the fact that it is
necessary I infer that all that is derived from it is necessary;
you have been compelled to admit this yourself. Since everything is
necessary, evil is as inevitable as good. The great wheel of the
ever-turning machine crushes all that comes in its way. I have no
need of an intelligent being who can do nothing of himself, and who
is as much a slave to his destiny as I am to mine. If he existed,
I should have too much with which to reproach him. I should be
obliged to call him either feeble or wicked. I would rather deny
his existence than be discourteous to him. Let us get through this
miserable life as well as we can, without reference to a fantastic
being whom no one has ever seen, and to whom it would matter little,
if he existed, whether we believed in him or not. What I think of
him can no more affect him, supposing that he exists, than what
he thinks of me, of which I am ignorant, affects me. There is no
relation, no connection, no interest between him and me. Either there
is no such being or he is an utter stranger to me. Let us do as nine
hundred and ninety-nine mortals out of a thousand do; they work,
generate, eat, drink, sleep, suffer, and die, without speaking of
metaphysics, or knowing that there is such a thing.