Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.

A speculative despair is unpardonable where it our duty to act.

Oppression makes wise men mad; but the distemper is still the madness of the wise, which is better than the sobriety of fools.

You can never plan the future by the past.

There is a wide difference between admiration and love. The sublime, which is the cause of the former, always dwells on great objects and terrible; the latter on small ones and pleasing; we submit to what we admire, but we love what submits to us: in one case we are forced, in the other, we are flattered, into compliance.

One source of the sublime is infinity.

Learning will be cast into the mire and trodden down under the hoofs of a swinish multitude.