If God has made us in his image, we have returned him the favor.
Minds differ still more than faces.
Custom, law bent my first years to the religion of the happy Muslims. I see it too clearly: the care taken of our childhood forms our feelings, our habits, our belief. By the Ganges I would have been a slave of the false gods, a Christian in Paris, a Muslim here.
All the arts are brothers; each one is a light to the others.
Errors flies from mouth to mouth, from pen to pen, and to destroy it takes ages.
The truths of religion are never so well understood as by those who have lost the power of reason.