Fear follows crime and is its punishment.
Work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice, and need.
Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.
For seventeen hundred years the Christian sect has done nothing but harm.
We offer up prayers to god only because we have made him after our own image. We treat him like a pasha, or a sultan, who is capable of being exasperated and appeased.
The flowery style is not unsuitable to public speeches or addresses, which amount only to compliment. The lighter beauties are in their place when there is nothing more solid to say; but the flowery style ought to be banished from a pleading, a sermon, or a didactic work.