The longer we dwell on our misfortunes, the greater is their power to harm us

Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.

God is always on the side of the heaviest battalions.

If mankind were born tomorrow it would divide into groups; each would scramble to invent their one and only god, and set about butchering each-other.

The superstitious man is to the rogue what the slave is to the tyrant.

What is faith? Is it to believe that which is evident? No. It is perfectly evident to my mind that there exists a necessary, eternal, supreme, and intelligent being. This is no matter of faith, but of reason.

Give me a few minutes to talk away my face and I can seduce the Queen of France.