Paradise is where I am

Religion may be purified. This great work was begun two hundred years ago: but men can only bear light to come in upon them by degrees.

The multitude of books is making us ignorant.

If one does not reflect, one thinks oneself master of everything; but when one does reflect, one realizes that one is master of nothing.

It is one of the superstitions of the human mind to have imagined that virginity could be a virtue.

The man who, in a fit of melancholy, kills himself today, would have wished to live had he waited a week.

Shakespeare is a drunken savage with some imagination whose plays please only in London and Canada.