Care, admitted as guest, quickly turns to be master.

The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.

Tranquil pleasures last the longest; we are not fitted to bear the burden of great joys.

Good men have the fewest fears. He has but one great fear who fears to do wrong; he has a thousand who has overcome it.

Intellectually, as politically, the direction of all true progress is towards greater freedom, and along an endless succession of ideas.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

God has created too few unmixed evils to warrant the belief that death is one of them. In all things else in nature, goodness so abounds that we are authorized to infer that it does not stop even at the grave. It is only that her footprints have become invisible.