Another century and there will not be a Bible on earth!
The harmony of a concert, to which you listen with delight, must have on certain classes of minute animals the effect of terrible thunder; perhaps it kills them.
Ideas are like beards; men do not have them until they grow up.
The sovereign is called a tyrant who knows no laws but his caprice.
The true triumph of reason is that it enables us to get along with those who do not possess it.
To make a vow for life is to make oneself a slave.