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.

Whatever one of us blames in another, each one will find in his own heart.

When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?

It is a world of mischief that may be done by a single example of avarice or luxury. One voluptuous palate makes many more.

The way to good conduct is never too late.

We are all sinful. Therefore whatever we blame in another we shall find in our own bosoms.

There's one blessing only, the source and cornerstone of beatitude: confidence in self.