Taste and elegance, though they are reckoned only among the smaller and secondary morals, yet are of no mean importance in the regulations of life. A moral taste is not of force to turn vice into virtue; but it recommends virtue with something like the blandishments of pleasure, and it infinitely abates the evils of vice.

I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard than in the tomb of the Capulets.

One that confounds good and evil is an enemy to good.

The tribunal of conscience exists independent of edicts and decrees.

He that struggles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

Of this stamp is the cant of, Not men, but measures.

Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.