it may be in morals as it is in optics, the eye and the object may come too close to each other, to answer the end of vision. There are certain faults which press too near our self-love to be even perceptible to us.

we contrive to make revenge itself look like religion. We call down thunder on many a head under pretence, that those on whom we invoke it are God's enemies, when perhaps we invoke it because they are ours.

Pleasure is by much the most laborious trade I know, especially for those who have not a vocation to it.

In agony or danger, no nature is atheist. The mind that knows not what to fly to, flies to God.

In grief we know the worst of what we feel but who can tell the end of what we fear?

Prayer is not eloquence but earnestness.

eternity is a depth which no geometry can measure, no arithmetic calculate, no imagination conceive, no rhetoric describe.