How deeply rooted must unbelief be in our hearts when we are surprised to find our prayers answered.

Few minds are sunlike, sources of light in themselves and to others: many more are moons that shine with a borrowed radiance. One may easily distinguish the two: the former are always full; the latter only now and then, when their suns are shining full upon them.

The mind is like a trunk: if well-packed, it holds almost every thing; if ill-packed, next to nothing.

Just, harmonious, temperate as is the spirit of liberty, there is in the name and mere notion of it a vagueness so opposite to the definite clearness of the moral law.

Seeking is not always the way to find.

Philosophy cannot raise the commonalty up to her level: so, if she is to become popular, she must sink to theirs.

We like slipping, but not falling; our real anxiety is to be tempted enough.