We have an intuitive sense of our duty.

In like manner, the disbelief of a Divine Providence renders a man uncapable of holding any public station; for, since kings avow themselves to be the deputies of Providence.

Argument, as usually managed, is the worst sort of conversation, as it is generally in books the worst sort of reading.

We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.

For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery.

Old men and comets have been reverenced for the same reason: their long beards, and pretences to foretell events.

I love good creditable acquaintance; I love to be the worst of the company.