Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.

The true way to mourn the dead is to take care of the living who belong to them.

Our manners, our civilization, and all the good things connected with manners and civilization, have, in this European world of ours, depended for ages upon two principles: I mean the spirit of a gentleman, and the spirit of religion.

Evils we have had continually calling for reformation, and reformations more grievous than any evils.

Religion is for the man in humble life, and to raise his nature, and to put him in mind of a state in which the privileges of opulence will cease, when he will be equal by nature, and may be more than equal by virtue.

Some degree of novelty must be one of the materials in almost every instrument which works upon the mind; and curiosity blends itself, more or less, with all our pleasures.

He only deserves to be remembered by posterity who treasures up and preserves the history of his ancestors.