The loneliness is the mother of wisdom.

Endless is the search of truth.

The very essence of gravity was design, and, consequently, deceit; it was a taught trick to gain credit of the world for more sense end knowledge than a man was worth; and that with all its pretensions it was no better, but often worse, than what a French wit had long ago defined it--a mysterious carriage of the body to cover the defects of the mind.

I am positive I have a soul; nor can all the books with which materialists have pestered the world ever convince me to the contrary.

Whatever stress some may lay upon it, a death-bed repentance is but a weak and slender plank to trust our all on.

A man who values a good night's rest will not lie down with enmity in his heart, if he can help it.

So fruitful is slander in variety of expedients to satiate as well as disguise itself. But if these smoother weapons cut so sore, what shall we say of open and unblushing scandal, subjected to no caution, tied down to no restraints?