There is not a more melancholy object than a man who has his head turned with religious enthusiasm.

Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.

There is nothing which one regards so much with an eye of mirth and pity as innocence when it has in it a dash of folly.

A solid and substantial greatness of soul looks down with neglect on the censures and applauses of the multitude.

A man who has any relish for fine writing either discovers new beauties or receives stronger impressions from the masterly strokes of a great author every time he peruses him; besides that he naturally wears himself into the same manner of speaking and thinking.

It must be a prospect pleasing to God Himself to see His creation forever beautifying in His eyes, and drawing nearer Him by greater degrees of resemblance.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.