First move me, astonish me, break my heart, let me tremble, weep, stare, be enraged-only then regale my eyes.

What a fine comedy this world would be if one did not play a part in it.

Shakespeare's fault is not the greatest into which a poet may fall. It merely indicates a deficiency of taste.

The bad gives rise to the good, the good inspires the better, the better produces the excellent, the excellent is followed by the bizarre

Doctors are always working to preserve our health and cooks to destroy it, but the latter are the more often successful.

If reason be a gift of Heaven, and we can say as much of faith, Heaven has certainly made us two gifts not only incompatible, but in direct contradiction to each other. In order to solve the difficulty, we are compelled to say either that faith is a chimera or that reason is useless.

Superstition is more injurious to God than atheism.