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“Is it more probable that nature should go out of her course or that a man should tell a lie? We have never seen, in our time, nature go out of her course. But we have good reason to believe that millions of lies have been told in the same time. It is therefore at least millions to one that the reporter of a miracle tells a lie.”

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The age of reason

Pensado by Thomas Paine, this seminal text delves into the author's beliefs regarding the role of reason in understanding the world and its implications for religion and governance. It is a critical examination of the supernatural and the divine, advocating for a rational approach to understanding the universe. more

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Thomas Paine
Thomas Paine

Thomas Paine, born on February 9, 1737, and died on June 8, 1809, was a prominent American writer, political figure, and philosopher during the American Revolutionary War. He is renowned for his radical democratic ideas and his contributions to the American independence movement. more

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