Talking over the things which you have read with your companions fixes them on the mind.

Forbid it Lord that I should boast, save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.

In books, or work, or healthful play.

I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below.

Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.

A dogmatical spirit inclines a man to be censorious of his neighbors. Every one of his opinions appears to him written, as it were, with sunbeams, and he grows angry that his neighbors do not see it in the same light. He is tempted to disdain his correspondents as men of low and dark understandings because they do not believe what he does.