Men are never so likely to settle a question rightly as when they discuss it freely.

Every sect clamors for toleration when it is down.

Those who have read history with discrimination know the fallacy of those panegyrics and invectives which represent individuals as effecting great moral and intellectual revolutions, subverting established systems, and imprinting a new character on their age. The difference between one man and another is by no means so great as the superstitious crowd suppose.

The hearts of men are their books; events are their tutors; great actions are their eloquence.

A few more years will destroy whatever yet remains of that magical potency which once belonged to the name of Byron.

Then none was for a party; Than all were for the state; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great: Then lands were fairly portioned; Then spoils were fairly sold: The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old.

[I can] scarcely write upon mathematics or mathematicians. Oh for words to express my abomination of the science.