When a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion,--or, in other words, when his HOBBY-HORSE grows head- strong,--farewell cool reason and fair discretion.

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.

...beauty, like truth, never is so glorious as when it goes the plainest.

We may imitate the Deity in all His attributes; but mercy is the only one in which we can pretend to equal Him. We cannot, indeed, give like God; but surely we may forgive like Him.

So much of motion, is so much of life, and so much of joy, and to stand still, or get on but slowly, is death and the devil.

So that the life of a writer, whatever he might fancy to the contrary, was not so much a state of composition, as a state of warfare; and his probation in it, precisely that of any other man militant upon earth,--both depending alike, not half so much upon the degrees of his WIT--as his RESISTANCE.

Before an affliction is digested, consolation ever comes too soon; and after it is digested, it comes too late.