Freethinkers are generally those who never think at all.

When the heart flies out before the understanding, it saves the judgment a world of pains.

The sad vicissitude of things.

Men tire themselves in pursuit of rest.

Shall we be destined to the days of eternity, on holy-days, as well as working-days, to be showing the relics of learning, as monks do the relics of their saints - without working one - one single miracle with them?

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

Digressions incontestably are the sunshine; they are the life, the soul of reading.