Thank God, men that art greatly guilty are never wise.

Who can know her, and himself, and entertain much hope? Who can see and know such a creature, and not love her to distraction? She has all the softness that does not imply weakness... she is not made to be the admiration of everybody, but the happiness of one.

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

Next to love, Sympathy is the divinest passion of the human heart.

Men have no right to what is not reasonable, and to what is not for their benefit.

The poorest being that crawls on earth, contending to save itself from injustice and oppression, is an object respectable in the eyes of God and man.

Despots govern by terror. They know that he who fears God fears nothing else; and therefore they eradicate from the mind, through their Voltaire, their Helvetius, and the rest of that infamous gang, that only sort of fear which generates true courage.