Old religious factions are volcanoes burned out; on the lava and ashes and squalid scoriae of old eruptions grow the peaceful olive, the cheering vine and the sustaining corn.

They defend their errors as if they were defending their inheritance.

An entire life of solitude contradicts the purpose of our being, since death itself is scarcely an idea of more terror.

It is ordained in the eternal constitution of things, that men of intemperate minds cannot be free. Their passions forge their fetters.

Tyrants seldom want pretexts.

As mankind becomes more enlightened to know their real interests, they will esteem the value of agriculture; they will find it in their natural--their destined occupation.

Adversity is a severe instructor, set over us by one who knows us better than we do ourselves.