Are not half our lives spent in reproaches for foregone actions, of the true nature and consequences of which we were wholly ignorant at the time?

It is not for man to follow the trail of truth too far, since by so doing he entirely loses the directing compass of his mind.

Man and boy, I have lived ever since I can remember.

We talk of the Turks, and abhor the cannibals; but may not some of them, go to heaven, before some of us?

Nothing may help or heal While Amor incensed remembers wrong.

For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal.

In our own hearts, we mold the whole world's hereafters; and in our own hearts we fashion our own gods.