Fanaticism is a monster that pretends to be the child of religion

Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.

Whosoever does not know how to recognize the faults of great men is incapable of estimating their perfections.

Martin in particular concluded that man was born to live either in the convulsions of misery, or in the lethargy of boredom.

Men fed upon carnage, and drinking strong drinks, have all an impoisoned and acrid blood which drives them mad in a hundred different ways.

To enjoy life we must touch much of it lightly.

I have never made but one prayer to God, a very short one: 'O Lord make my enemies ridiculous.' And God granted it.