To look back to antiquity is one thing, to go back to it is another.

Most men know what they hate, few what they love.

Death is like thunder in two particulars; we are alarmed, at the sound of it; and it is formidable only from that which preceded it.

Perfection doesn't exist... only good attempts.

Nothing more completely baffles one who is full of trick and duplicity himself, than straight forward and simple integrity in another.

The further we advance in knowledge, the more simplicity shall we discover in those primary rules that regulate all the apparently endless, complicated, and multiform operations of the Godhead.

It is not until we have passed through the furnace that we are made to know how much dross there is in our composition.