I believe that a triangle, if it could speak, would say that God is eminently triangular, and a circle that the divine nature is eminently circular; and thus would every one ascribe his own attributes to God.

Nothing in nature is by chance... Something appears to be chance only because of our lack of knowledge.

The supreme mystery of despotism, its prop and stay, is to keep men in a state of deception, and with the specious title of religion to cloak the fear by which they must be held in check, so that they will fight for their servitude as if for salvation.

It is usually the case with most men that their nature is so constituted that they pity those who fare badly and envy those who fare well.

We feel and know that we are eternal.

He that can carp in the most eloquent or acute manner at the weakness of the human mind is held by his fellows as almost divine.

Surely human affairs would be far happier if the power in men to be silent were the same as that to speak.