We use up in the passions the stuff that was given us for happiness.

All are born to observe order, but few are born to establish it.

Attention is like a narrow mouthed vessel; pour into it what you have to say cautiously, and, as it were, drop by drop.

Today there are no more irreconcilable enmities, because there are no more disinterested emotions: that's a good thing born from a bad thing.

The God of metaphysics is but an idea. But the God of religion, the Maker of heaven and earth, the sovereign Judge of actions and thoughts, is a power.

Heaven is for those who think of it.

Criticism even should not be without its charms. When quite devoid of all amenities, it is no longer literary.