Nothing is more gratifying to the mind of man than power or dominion.

Waning moons their settled periods keep, to swell the billows and ferment the deep.

Irregularity and want of method are only supportable in men of great learning or genius, who are often too full to be exact, and therefore they choose to throw down their pearls in heaps before the reader, rather than be at the pains of stringing them.

I consider an human soul without education like marble in the quarry, which shows none of its inherent beauties till the skill of the polisher fetches out the colours, makes the surface shine, and discovers every ornamental cloud, spot and vein that runs through the body of it.

Plenty of people wish to become devout, but no one wishes to be humble.

Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought.

Whilst I yet live, let me not live in vain.