When we see the shameful fortunes amassed in all quarters of the globe, are we not impelled to exclaim that Judas' thirty pieces of silver have fructified across the centuries?

Liberty must be a mighty thing; for by it God punishes and rewards nations.

The mind wears the colors of the soul, as a valet those of his master.

Antiquity is a species of aristocracy with which it is not easy to be on visiting terms.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.

It would seem that by our sorrows only are we called to a knowledge of the Infinite. Are we happy? The limits of life constrain us on all sides.

What I value most next to eternity is time.