Love is a second life.
There is not a more pleasante exercise of the mind than gratitude.
In England we see people lulled sleep with solid and elaborate discourses of piety, who would be warmed and transported out of themselves by the bellowings and distortions of enthusiasm.
A contented mind is the greatest blessing a man can enjoy in this world.
There is not a more unhappy being than a superannuated idol.
It is folly to seek the approbation of any being besides the Supreme.