A man speaks of what he knows, a woman of what pleases her: the one requires knowledge, the other taste.

Yes, if the life and death of Socrates are those of a wise man, the life and death of Jesus are those of a god.

Watch a cat when it enters a room for the first time. It searches and smells about, it is not quiet for a moment, it trusts nothing until it has examined and made acquaintance with everything.

If all were perfect Christians, individuals would do their duty; the people would be obedient to the laws, the magistrates incorrupt, and there would be neither vanity nor luxury in such a state.

Generally we obtain very surely and very speedily what we are not too anxious to obtain.

Consolation indiscreetly pressed upon us, when we are suffering undue affliction, only serves to increase our pain, and to render our grief more poignant.

I hate books; they only teach us to talk about things we know nothing about.