My voice is still for war.

There is not, in my opinion, anything more mysterious in nature than this instinct in animals, which thus rise above reason, and yet fall infinitely short of it.

Modesty is not only an ornament, but also a guard to virtue.

Religion contracts the circle of our pleasures, but leaves it wide enough for her votaries to expatiate in.

Devotion, when it does not lie under the check of reason, is apt to degenerate into enthusiasm.

A good conscience is to the soul what health is to the body; it preserves constant ease and serenity within us; and more than countervails all the calamities and afflictions which can befall us from without.

Marriage enlarges the Scene of our Happiness and Miseries.