Superstition is the only religion of which base souls are capable of.

How many people eat, drink, and get married; buy, sell, and build; make contracts and attend to their fortune; have friends and enemies, pleasures and pains, are born, grow up, live and die - but asleep!

Truth consists of having the same idea about something that God has.

The ordinary true, or purely real, cannot be the object of the arts. Illusion on a ground of truth,--that is the secret of the fine arts.

No one is mediocre who has good sense and good sentiments.

To reason, to argue. It is to walk with crutches in search of the truth. We come to it with a leap.

Speech is but the incorporation of thought.