I die adoring God, loving my friends, not hating my enemies, and detesting superstition.
Man is not born wicked; he becomes so, as he becomes sick.
Villains are undone by what is worst in them, heroes by what is best.
The superstitious man is to the rogue what the slave is to the tyrant.
It is clear that the individual who persecutes a man, his brother, because he is not of the same opinion, is a monster.
Let us help one another to bear our burdens.