When we know exactly all a man's views and how he comes to speak and act so and so, we lose any respect for him, though we may love and admire him.

A page of my journal is like a cake of portable soup. A little may be diffused into a considerable portion.

I fancy mankind may come, in time, to write all aphoristically.

Many infidels have maintained that Ignorance is the mother of Devotion.

I have discovered that we may be in some degree whatever character we choose. Besides, practice forms a man to anything.

Those who would extirpate evil from the world know little of human nature. As well might punch be palatable without souring as existence agreeable without care.

There is indeed a strange prejudice against Quotation.