It is easier to be mistaken about the true than the beautiful.

Truth takes the stamp of the souls it enters. It is rigorous and rough in arid souls, but tempers and softens itself in loving natures.

What can you possibly add to a mind that's full, especially one that's full of itself.

Old age was naturally more honored in times when people could not know much more than what they had seen.

We disjoint the mind like the body.

Religion must be loved as a kind of country and nursing-mother. It was religion that nourished our virtues, that showed us heaven, that taught us to walk in the path of duty.

We measure minds by their stature; it would be better to esteem them by their beauty.