Superstition is the only religion of which base souls are capable of.
Good maxims are the germs of all excellence.
Think that day lost whose descending sun, views from thy hand no noble action done.
Religion is the only metaphysic that the multitude can understand and adopt.
Attention is like a narrow mouthed vessel; pour into it what you have to say cautiously, and, as it were, drop by drop.
The dregs may stir themselves as they please; they fall back to the bottom by their own coarseness.