Self-denial Is A Monkish Virtue.

Every Disastrous Accident Alarms Us, And Sets Us On Enquiries Concerning The Principles Whence It Arose: Apprehensions Spring Up With Regard To Futurity: And The Mind, Sunk Into Diffidence, Terror, And Melancholy, Has Recourse To Every Method Of Appeasing Those Secret Intelligent Powers, On Whom Our Fortune Is Supposed Entirely To Depend.

No Advantages In This World Are Pure And Unmixed.

Disbelief In Futurity Loosens In A Great Measure The Ties Of Morality, And May Be For That Reason Pernicious To The Peace Of Civil Society.

In All Ages Of The World, Priests Have Been Enemies Of Liberty.

Reading And Sauntering And Lounging And Dosing, Which I Call Thinking, Is My Supreme Happiness.