Simplicity, without which no human performance can arrive at perfection.

Religion seems to have grown an infant with age, and requires miracles to nurse it, as it had in its infancy.

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.

I have known some men possessed of good qualities which were very serviceable to others, but useless to themselves; like a sun-dial on the front of a house, to inform the neighbours and passengers, but not the owner within.

There never appear more than five or six men of genius in an age, but if they were united the world could not stand before them.

Though Diogenes lived in a tub, there might be, for aught I know, as much pride under his rags, as in the fine-spun garments of the divine Plato.

For the rest, whatever we have got has been by infinite labor, and search, and ranging through every corner of nature; the difference is that instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax, thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.