It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.

Freedom and not servitude is the cure of anarchy; as religion, and not atheism, is the true remedy of superstition.

The great Error of our Nature is, not to know where to stop, not to be satisfied with any reasonable Acquirement; not to compound with our Condition; but to lose all we have gained by an insatiable Pursuit after more.

All government, indeed every human benefit and enjoyment, every virtue, and every prudent act, is founded on compromise and barter.

Adversity is a severe instructor, set over us by one who knows us better than we do ourselves.

Poetry, with all its obscurity, has a more general as well as a more powerful dominion over the passions than the art of painting.

Surely the church is a place where one day's truce ought to be allowed to the dissensions and animosities of mankind.