The gospel to me is simply irresistible.

We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.

All the maxims have been written. It only remains to put them into practice.

We run carelessly to the precipice, after we have put something before us to prevent us seeing it.

Men despise religion. They hate it and are afraid it may be true. The cure for this is first to show that religion is not contrary to reason, but worthy of reverence and respect. Next make it attractive, make good men wish it were true and then show that it is.

What a strange vanity painting is; it attracts admiration by resembling the original, we do not admire.

If I had more time I would write a shorter letter.