Let us confess a truth, humiliating to human pride; - a very small part only of the opinions of the coolest philosopher are the result of fair reasoning; the rest are formed by his education, his temperament, by the age in which he lives, by trains of thought directed to a particular track through some accidental association - in short, by prejudice.

Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

We may think all religions beneficial, and believe of one alone that it is true.

we should contract our ideas of education, and expect no more from it than it is able to perform.

We neither laugh alone, nor weep alone, why then should we pray alone?

Society than solitude is worse, And man to man is still the greatest curse.