As many suffer from too much as too little.

There is no tyrant like custom, and no freedom where its edicts are not resisted.

It may almost be held that the hope of commercial gain has done nearly as much for the cause of truth as even the love of truth.

Winter is the night of vegetation.

Can that which is the greatest virtue in philosophy, doubt (called by Galileo the father of invention), be in religion what the priests term it, the greatest of sins?

It is our relation to circumstances that determines their influence upon us.

The trouble with men of sense is that they are so dreadfully in earnest all the while.