Hath God obliged himself not to exceed the bounds of our knowledge?

The beautiful souls are they that are universal, open, and ready for all things.

Our zeal works wonders, whenever it supports our inclination toward hatred, cruelty, ambition.

It is not death, it is dying that alarms me.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and I was I.

The dispersing and scattering our names into many mouths, we call making them more great.

Decency, not to dare to do that in public which it is decent enough to do in private.