Men have torn up the roads which led to Heaven, and which all the world followed; now we have to make our own ladders.
Politeness is the flower of humanity.
Attention is like a narrow mouthed vessel; pour into it what you have to say cautiously, and, as it were, drop by drop.
Taste is the literary conscience of the soul.
Think of the ills from which you are exempt.
We know God easily, if we do not constrain ourselves to define him.