Man is a poetical animal, and delights in fiction.
To die is only to be as we were before we were born; yet no one feels any remorse, or regret, or repugnance, in contemplating this last idea.
The most violent friendships soonest wear themselves out.
If mankind had wished for what is right, they might have had it long ago.
Whatever interests is interesting.
The vices are never so well employed as in combating one another.