The man was such an intellectual he was of almost no use.

There can hardly be a stranger commodity in the world than books. Printed by people who don't understand them; sold by people who don't understand them; bound, criticized and read by people who don't understand them; and now even written by people who don't understand them.

Many a man who is willing to be shot for his belief in a miracle would have doubted, had he been present at the miracle itself.

It is almost everywhere the case that soon after it is begotten the greater part of human wisdom is laid to rest in repositories.

Affectation is a very good word when someone does not wish to confess to what he would none the less like to believe of himself.

We now possess four principles of morality: 1) a philosophical: do good for its own sake, out of respect for the law; 2) a religious: do good because it is God's will, out of love of God; 3) a human: do good because it will promote your happiness, out of self-love; 4) a political: do good because it will promote the welfare of the society of which you are a part, out of love of society having regard to yourself. But is this not all one single principle, only viewed from different sides?

If all else fails, the character of a man can be recognized by nothing so surely as by a jest which he takes badly.