I would have every zealous man examine his heart thoroughly, and I believe he will often find that what be calls a zeal for his religion is either pride, interest, or ill-repute.

Love is a second life.

Religion prescribes to every miserable man the means of bettering his condition; nay, it shows him that the bearing of his afflictions as he ought to do, will naturally end in the removal of them.

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

The moderns cannot reach their beauties, but can avoid their imperfections.

Plutarch says very finely that a man should not allow himself to hate even his enemies.

Facts are plain spoken; hopes and figures are its aversion.