Man's grandeur is that he knows himself to be miserable.

Imagination magnifies small objects with fantastic exaggeration until they fill our soul, and with bold insolence cuts down great things to its own size, as when speaking of God.

The law required what it could not give. Grace gives that which it requires.

You're basically killing each other to see who's got the better imaginary friend.

A man does not show his greatness by being at one extremity, but rather by touching both at once.

Our senses will not admit anything extreme. Too much noise confuses us, too much light dazzles us, too great distance or nearness prevents vision, too great prolixity or brevity weakens an argument, too much pleasure gives pain, too much accordance annoys.

The majority is the best way, because it is visible, and has strength to make itself obeyed. Yet it is the opinion of the least able.