Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.

If in argument we can make a man angry with us, we have drawn him from his vantage ground and overcome him.

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.

Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked. God sometimes sends a famine, sometimes a pestilence, and sometimes a hero, for the chastisement of mankind; none of them surely for our admiration.

Belief in a future life is the appetite of reason.

We listen to those whom we know to be of the same opinion as ourselves, and we call them wise for being of it; but we avoid such as differ from us.

What is reading but silent conversation?