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.

A great deal of the furniture of ancient tyranny is torn to rags; the rest is entirely out of fashion.

Man is an animal that cooks his victuals.

Falsehood is a perennial spring.

If you can be well without health, you may be happy without virtue.

Where two motives, neither of them perfectly justifiable, may be assigned, the worst has the chance of being preferred.

It is, generally, in the season of prosperity that men discover their real temper, principles, and designs.