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On
Tolerance
by Voltaire
One does not need great art and skilful
eloquence to prove that Christians ought to
tolerate each other -- nay, even to regard all men
as brothers. Why, you say, is the Turk, the
Chinese, or the Jew my brother? Assuredly; are we
not all children of the same father, creatures of
the same God?
But these people despise us and treat us as
idolaters. Very well; I will tell them that they
are quite wrong. It seems to me that I might
astonish, at least, the stubborn pride of a
Mohammedan or a Buddhist priest if I spoke to them
somewhat as follows:
This little globe, which is but a point, travels
in space like many other globes; we are lost in the
immensity. Man, about five feet high, is certainly
a small thing in the universe. One of these
imperceptible beings says to some of his neighbors,
in Arabia or South Africa: "Listen to me, for the
God of all these worlds has enlightened me. There
are nine hundred million little ants like us on the
earth, but my ant-hole alone is dear to God. All
the others are eternally reprobated by him. Mine
alone will be happy."
They would then interrupt me, and ask who was
the fool that talked all this nonsense. I should be
obliged to tell them that it was themselves. I
would then try to appease them, which would be
difficult.
I would next address myself to the Christians,
and would venture to say to, for instance, a
Dominican friar -- an inquisitor of the faith:
"Brother, you are aware that each province in Italy
has its own dialect, and that people do not speak
at Venice and Bergamo as they do at Florence. The
Academy of La Crusca has fixed the language. Its
dictionary is a rule that has to be followed, and
the grammar of Matei is an infallible guide. But do
you think that the consul of the Academy; or Matei
in his absence, could in conscience cut out the
tongues of all the Venetians and the Bergamese who
persisted in speaking their own dialect?"
The inquisitor replies: "The two cases are very
different. In our case it is a question of your
eternal salvation. It is for your good that the
heads of the inquisition direct that you shall be
seized on the information of any one person,
however infamous or criminal; that you shall have
no advocate to defend you; that the name of your
accuser shall not be made known to you; that the
inquisitor shall promise you pardon and then
condemn you; and that you shall then be subjected
to five kinds of torture, and afterwards either
flogged or sent to the galleys or ceremoniously
burned. On this Father Ivonet, Doctor Chucalon,
Zanchinus, Campegius, Royas, Telinus, Gomarus,
Diabarus, and Gemelinus are explicit, and this
pious practice admits of no exception."
I would take the liberty of replying: "Brother,
possibly you are right. I am convinced that you
wish to do me good. But could I not be saved
without all that?"
It is true that these absurd horrors do not
stain the face of the earth every day; but they
have often done so, and the record of them would
make up a volume much larger than the gospels which
condemn them. Not only is it cruel to persecute, in
this brief life, those who differ from us, but I am
not sure if it is not too bold to declare that they
are damned eternally. It seems to me that it is not
the place of the atoms of a moment, such as we are,
thus to anticipate the decrees of the Creator. Far
be it from me to question the principle, "Out of
the Church there is no salvation." I respect it,
and all that it teaches; but do we really know all
the ways of God, and the full range of his mercies?
May we not hope in him as much as fear him? Is it
not enough to be loyal to the Church? Must each
individual usurp the rights of the Deity, and
decide, before he does, the eternal lot of all
men?
When we wear mourning for a king of Sweden,
Denmark, England, or Prussia, do we say that we
wear mourning for one who burns eternally in hell?
There are in Europe forty million people who are
not of the Church of Rome. Shall we say to each of
them: "Sir, seeing that you are infallibly damned,
I will neither eat, nor deal, nor speak with
you"?
What ambassador of France, presented in audience
to the Sultan, would say in the depths of his
heart: "His Highness will undoubtedly burn for all
eternity because he has been circumcised"? If he
really believed that the Sultan is the mortal enemy
of God, the object of his vengeance, could he speak
to him? Ought he to be sent to him? With whom could
we have intercourse? What duty of civil life could
we ever fulfil if we were really convinced that we
were dealing with damned souls?
Followers of a merciful God, if you were cruel
of heart; if, in worshipping him whose whole law
consisted in loving one's neighbor as oneself, you
had burdened this pure and holy law with sophistry
and unintelligible disputes; if you had lit the
fires of discord for the sake of a new word or a
single letter of the alphabet; if you had attached
eternal torment to the omission of a few words or
ceremonies that other peoples could not know, I
should say to you:
"Transport yourselves with me to the day on
which all men will be judged, when God will deal
with each according to his works. I see all the
dead of former ages and of our own stand in his
presence. Are you sure that our Creator and Father
will say to the wise and virtuous Confucius, to the
lawgiver Solon, to Pythagoras, to Zaleucus, to
Socrates, to Plato, to the divine Antonines, to the
good Trajan, to Titus, the delight of the human
race, to Epictetus, and to so many other model men:
'Go, monsters, go and submit to a chastisement
infinite in its intensity and duration; your
torment shall be eternal as I. And you, my beloved,
Jean Chatel, Ravaillac, Damiens, Cartouche, etc.
[assassins in the cause of the Church] who
have died with the prescribed formulae, come and
share my empire and felicity for ever.'"
You shrink with horror from such sentiments;
and, now that they have escaped me, I have no more
to say to you.
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