Such is the blindness, nay the insanity of mankind, that some men are driven to death by the fear of it.

Nothing is more hateful to wisdom than to much cunning.

But it is a pretty thing to see what money will do!

What's the good of dragging up sufferings which are over, of being unhappy now just because you were then.

Full of men, vacant of friends.

He that lays down precepts for the governing of our lives, and moderating our passions, obliges humanity not only in the present, but in all future generations.

After death there is nothing.