Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine, though I have not quarrelled with him?

He that takes truth for his guide, and duty for his end, may safely trust to God's providence to lead him aright.

Thus so wretched is man that he would weary even without any cause for weariness... and so frivolous is he that, though full of a thousand reasons for weariness, the least thing, such as playing billiards or hitting a ball, is sufficient enough to amuse him.

Man's greatness lies in his power of thought.

Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.

The strength of a man's virtue should not be measured by his special exertions, but by his habitual acts.