To aim to convert a man by miracles is a profanation of the soul.

Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks he is free.

Fashion understands itself; good-breeding and personal superiority of whatever country readily fraternize with those of every other. The chiefs of savage tribes have distinguished themselves in London and Paris, by the purity of their tournure.

Freedom is the essence of this faith. It has for its object simply to make men good and wise. Its institutions then should be as flexible as the wants of men. That form out of which the life and suitableness have departed should be as worthless in its eyes as the dead leaves that are falling around us.

He is a good man, who can receive a gift well. We are either glad or sorry at a gift, and both emotions are unbecoming.

When a natural king becomes a titular king, every body is pleased and satisfied.

I--this thought which is called I--is the mould into which the world is poured like melted wax.