To what gulfs A single deviation from the track Of human duties leads even those who claim The homage of mankind as their born due, And find it, till they forfeit it themselves!

I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

The world is a bundle of hay, Mankind are the asses that pull, Each tugs in a different way And the greatest of all is John Bull!

Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.

It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

Man's conscience is the oracle of God.