Go into one of our cool churches, and begin to count the words that might be spared, and in most places the entire sermon will go.

Everything is beautiful seen from the point of the intellect, or as truth. But all is sour if seen as experience.

The sentiment of virtue is a reverence and delight in the presence of certain divine laws. It perceives that this homely game of life we play, covers, under what seem foolish details, principles that astonish.

Bonaparte knew but one merit, and rewarded in one and the same way the good soldier, the good astronomer, the good poet, the good player.

Conversation is a game of circles.

Live well, learn plenty, laugh often, love much.

We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.