Spurious prudence, making the senses final, is the god of sots and cowards, and is the subject of all comedy. It is nature's joke, and therefore literature's. True prudence limits this sensualism by admitting the knowledge of an internal and real world.

Heroism feels and never reasons, and therefore is always right.

God builds his temple in the heart on the ruins of churches and religions.

The interminable forests should become graceful parks, for use and delight.

Wise men are not wise at all hours, and will speak five times from their taste or their humor, to once from their reason.

No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature.

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.