Reason and happiness are like other flowers; they wither when plucked.

It is war that wastes a nations wealth, chokes its industries, kills its flower, narrows its sympathies, condemns it to be governed by adventurers, and leaves the puny, deformed, and unmanly to breed the next generation.

Religions are the great fairy tales of conscience.

Beautiful things, when taste is formed, are obviously and unaccountably beautiful.

Fanaticism consists of redoubling your effort when you have forgotten your aim.

There is nothing to which men, while they have food and drink, cannot reconcile themselves.

Friendship is almost always the union of a part of one mind with the part of another; people are friends in spots.