Our labour preserves us from three great evils -- weariness, vice, and want.
Feeble verses are those which sin not against rules, but against genius.
Wherever my travels may lead, paradise is where I am.
Twenty-volume folios will never make a revolution. It’s the little pocket pamphlets that are to be feared.
All the ancient histories, as one of our wits say, are just fables that have been agreed upon
Often the prudent, far from making their destinies, succumb to them. -Francois