The clatter of arms drowns out the voice of law.

All permanent decisions are made in a temporary state of mind.

Life itself is neither a good nor an evil: life is where good or evil find a place, depending on how you make it for them.

I enter into discussion and argument with great freedom and ease, inasmuch as opinion finds me in a bad soil to penetrate and take deep root in. No propositions astonish me, no belief offends me, whatever contrast it offers to my own. There is no fancy so frivolous and so extravagant that it does not seem to me quite suitable to the production of the human mind.

For truth itself does not have the privilege to be employed at any time and in every way; its use, noble as it is, has its circumscriptions and limits.

I am myself the matter of my book.

Habit is second nature.