We can only love what we know.

But every act in consequence of our faith, strengthens faith.

it is, in truth, the most absurd of all suppositions, that a human being can be educated, or even nourished and brought up, without imbibing numberless prejudices from every thing which passes around him.

When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

Englishmen are said to love their laws; - that is the reason, I suppose, they give us so many of them, and in different editions.

The first pale blossom of the unripened year.