Almost every sect of Christianity is a perversion of its essence, to accommodate it to the prejudices of the world.

Malice often takes the garb of truth.

We do not like our friends the worse because they sometimes give us an opportunity to rail at them heartily. Their faults reconcile us to their virtues.

Prejudice is never easy unless it can pass itself off for reason.

Abuse is an indirect species of homage.

A life of action and danger moderates the dread of death.

The more we do, the more we can do; the more busy we are, the more leisure we have.