I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

The most pernicious of absurdities is that weak, blind, stupid faith is better than the constant practice of every human virtue.

Falsehood is for a season.

Democracy is always the work of kings. Ashes, which in themselves are sterile, fertilize the land they are cast upon.

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.

Every good writer has much idiom; it is the life and spirit of language.