Imagination is the deceptive part in man, the mistress of error and falsehood.

Good deeds, when concealed, are the most admirable.

Those are weaklings who know the truth and uphold it as long as it suits their purpose, and then abandon it.

Who can doubt that we exist only to love? Disguise it, in fact, as we will, we love without intermission... We live not a moment exempt from its influence.

Man is so made that if he is told often enough that he is a fool he believes it.

Nothing is so important to man as his own state; nothing is so formidable to him as eternity. And thus it is unnatural that thereshould be men indifferent to the loss of their existence and to the perils of everlasting suffering.

Man is so great that his greatness appears even in the consciousness of his misery. A tree does not know itself to be miserable. It is true that it is misery indeed to know one's self to be miserable; but then it is greatness also. In this way, all man's miseries go to prove his greatness. They are the miseries of a mighty potentate, of a dethroned monarch.