Vanity makes people ridiculous, pride odious, and ambition terrible.

The insupportable labor of doing nothing.

I love to consider an Infidel, whether distinguished by the title of deist, atheist, or free-thinker, by three different lights, in his solitude, his afflictions, and his last moments.... [In these situations such people show themselves] in solitude, incapable or rapture or elevation, ... in distress, [with] a halter or a pistol the only refuge [they] can fly to, ... [and liable to conversion] at the approach of death.

A Daughter: The companion, the friend, and the confidant of her mother, and the object of a pleasure something like the love between the angels to her father.

Pride destroys all symmetry and grace, and affectation is a more terrible enemy to fine faces than the small-pox.

It has been a sort of maxim, that the greatest art is to conceal art; but I know not how, among some people we meet with, their greatest cunning is to appear cunning.

I love to consider an Infidel, whether distinguished by the title of deist, atheist, or free-thinker.