The first step, my son, which one makes in the world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days.

To the wicked, everything serves as pretext.

If God did not exist, He would have to be invented. But all nature cries aloud that he does exist: that there is a supreme intelligence, an immense power, an admirable order, and everything teaches us our own dependence on it.

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love.

Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.

We cannot always oblige; but we can always speak obligingly.

No opinion is worth burning your neighbor for.