The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.

God is represented as infinite, eternal, incomprehensible; he is contained under every predicate in non that the logic of ignorance could fabricate.

We live and move and think; but we are not the creators of our own origin and existence. We are not the arbiters of every motion of our own complicated nature; we are not the masters of our own imaginations and moods of mental being.

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave.

It is impossible that had Buonaparte descended from a race of vegetable feeders that he could have had either the inclination or the power to ascend the throne of the Bourbons.

The cloud of mind is discharging its collected lightning.