Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who thinks differently from him.

O Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.

Immoderate power, like other intemperance, leaves the progeny weaker and weaker, until nature as in compassion covers it with her mantle and it is seen no more.

We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.

States, like men, have their growth, their manhood, their decrepitude, their decay.

The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.

Delay in justice is injustice.