The player envies only the player, the poet envies only the poet.

Power is pleasure; and pleasure sweetens pain.

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.

In what we really understand, we reason but little.

As is our confidence, so is our capacity.

What I mean by living to one's self is living in the world, as in it, not of it.

Religion either makes men wise and virtuous, or it makes them set up false pretenses to both.