[On Italian:] One may almost call it a language that talks of itself, and always seems more witty than its speakers.

Happy the land where the writers are sad, the merchants satisfied, the rich melancholic, and the populace content.

[On Italian:] One may almost call it a language that talks of itself, and always seems more witty than its speakers.

Scientific progress makes moral progress a necessity; for if man's power is increased, the checks that restrain him from abusing it must be strengthened.

Prayer is the life of the soul.

The only equitable manner in my opinion, of judging the character of a man is to examine if there are personal calculations in his conduct; if there are not, we may blame his manner of judging, but we are not the less bound to esteem him.

The more we know the better we forgive. Whoever feels deeply, feels for all who live.