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

An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof. If you reject it you are unhappy, if you accept it you are undone.

He who brings ridicule to bear against truth finds in his hand a blade without a hilt.

Children are what the mothers are.

Ridicule has followed the vestiges of truth, but never usurped her place.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

Religion is the eldest sister of philosophy: on whatever subjects they may differ, it is unbecoming in either to quarrel, and most so about their inheritance.