We always believe God is like ourselves, the indulgent think him indulgent and the stern, terrible.
A thought is a thing as real as a cannonball.
We should always keep a corner of our heads open and free, that we may make room for the opinions of our friends. Let us have heart and head hospitality.
There are those to whom one must advise madness.
Be charitable and indulge to everyone, but thyself.
Thoughts there are, that need no embodying, no form, no expression. It is enough to hint at them vaguely; a word, and they are heard and seen.