The worst deluded are the self-deluded.

What we call conscience in many instances, is only a wholesome fear of the law.

Most books fail, not so much from a want of ability in their authors, as from an absence in their productions of a thorough development of their ability.

God, we are told, looked upon the world after he had created it and pronounced it good; but ascetic pietists, in their wisdom, cast their eyes over it, and substantially pronounce it a dead failure, a miserable production, a poor concern.

The loss of a beloved connection awakens an interest in Heaven before unfelt.

There will always be romance in the world so long as there are young hearts in it.

Justice, not the majority, should rule.