Books are the windows through which the soul looks out.

If men had wings and bore black feathers, Few of them would be clever enough to be crows.

God is the one great employer, thinker, planner, supervisor.

This world is not a platform where you will hear Thalberg-piano-playing. It is a piano manufactory, where are dust and shavings and boards, and saws and files and rasps and sandpapers. The perfect instrument and the music will be hereafter.

A man should fear when he only enjoys what good he does publicly. Is it not the publicity rather than the charity he loves? Is it not vanity, rather than benevolence, that gives such charities?

A traitor is good fruit to hang from the boughs of the tree of liberty.

Thinking is creating with God, as thinking is writing with the ready writer; and worlds are only leaves turned over in the process of composition, about his throne.