The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his desires were as warm and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue.

[Slavery] is a weed that grows in every soil.

Man is by his constitution a religious animal.

An appearance of delicacy, and even fragility, is almost essential to beauty.

Prejudice renders a man's virtue his habit, and a series of unconnected arts. Though just prejudice, his duty becomes a part of his nature.

Where mystery begins religion ends.

Politics and the pulpit are terms that have little agreement.