Hope is the mother of faith.
My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
Absurdities are great or small in proportion to custom or insuetude.
We may receive so much light as not to see, and so much philosophy as to be worse than foolish.
There are proud men of so much delicacy that it almost conceals their pride, and perfectly excuses it.