I bring you the gift of these four words: I believe in you.

I am in the utmost perplexity, yand have wished a hundred times, that if there is a A God, nature would manifest him without ambiguity, and that if there is not, every imaginary sign of his existence might vanish : in short, let nature speak distinctly, or be totally silent, and I shall know what course to take.

The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.

We run carelessly to the precipice, after we have put something before us to prevent us seeing it.

All the maxims have been written. It only remains to put them into practice.

Do you wish people to speak well of you? Then do not speak at all yourself.

We have an idea of truth, invincible to all scepticism.