Such is the feebleness of humanity, such is its perversity, that doubtless it is better for it to be subject to all possible superstitions, as long as they are not murderous, than to live without religion.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause.
Man is free at the moment he wishes to be.
The truths of religion are never so well understood as by those who have lost the power of reason.
Let us work without theorizing, tis the only way to make life endurable.
