If there were no falsehood in the world, there would be no doubt, if there were no doubt, there would be no inquiry; if no inquiry, no wisdom, no knowledge, no genius; and Fancy herself would lie muffled up in her robe, inactive, pale, and bloated.

The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.

Wherever there is excessive wealth, there is also in the train of it excessive poverty.

Where power is absent we may find the robe of genius, but we miss the throne.

No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.

A true philosopher is beyond the reach of fortune.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.