Jesus wept; Voltaire smiled. From that divine tear and from that human smile is derived the grace of present civilization.
Philosophy is the microscope of thought. Everything desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it.
A smile is the same as sunshine; it banishes winter from the human countenance.
Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.
Liberation is not deliverance.
Progress is the stride of God.