What indeed is life, unless so far as it is enjoyed? It does not merit the name.

There can be no passion, and by consequence no love, where there is not imagination.

Revolution is engendered by an indignation with tyranny, yet is itself pregnant with tyranny.

The great model of the affection of love in human beings is the sentiment which subsists between parents and children.

What can be more clear and sound in explanation, than the love of a parent to his child?

Books are the depositary of everything that is most honourable to man.

There is no sphere in which a human being can be supposed to act where one mode of reasoning will not, in every given instance, be more reasonable than any other mode. That mode the being is bound by every principle of justice to pursue.