The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvelous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!

You know nothing till you know all; which is the reason we never know any thing.

Let us only hate hatred; and once give love a play, we will fall in love with a unicorn.

So long as a man-of-war exists, it must ever remain a picture of much that is tyrannical and repelling in human nature.

To treat of human actions is to deal wholly with second causes.

We die, because we live.

For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal.