Wine displays every little spot of the soul in its utmost deformity.

A fine coat is but a livery when the person who wears it discovers no higher sense than that of a footman.

Facts are plain spoken; hopes and figures are its aversion.

T is the Divinity that stirs within us.

When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view I'm lost, in wonder, love and praise.

Whether dark presages of the night proceed from any latent power of the soul during her abstraction, or from any operation of subordinate spirits, has been a dispute.

A man who is furnished with arguments from the mint will convince his antagonist much sooner than one who draws them from reason and philosophy.