Mankind is unamendable.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
We ought, in humanity, no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help; were this thoroughly considered we should no more laugh at a man for having his brains cracked than for having his head broke.
To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, who never mentions hell to ears polite.
Genuine religion is not so much a matter of feeling as a matter of principle.
There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.