Eloquence is the painting of thought.
Not the zeal alone of those who seek Him proves God, but the blindness of those who seek Him not.
The imagination enlarges little objects so as to fill our souls with a fantastic estimate; and, with rash insolence, it belittles the great to its own measure, as when talking of God.
Vanity is but the surface.
A mere trifle consoles us, for a mere trifle distresses us.
Too much pleasure disagrees with us. Too many concords are annoying in music; too many benefits irritate us; we wish to have the wherewithal to overpay our debts.