The soul and body are joint-sharers in every thing they get: A man cannot dress, but his ideas get cloath'd at the same time; andif he dresses like a gentleman, every one of them stands presented to his imagination, genteelized along with him.

It appears an extraordinary thing to me, that since there is such a diabolical spirit in the depravity of human nature, as persecution for difference of opinion in religious tenets, there never happened to be any inquisition, any auto da fe, any crusade, among the Pagans.

I am persuaded that every time a man smiles - but much more so when he laughs - it adds something to this fragment of life.

Philosophy has a fine saying for everything.-For Death it has an entire set.

Any one may do a casual act of good-nature; but a continuation of them shows it a part of the temperament.

Dear sensibility! Source inexhausted of all that's precious in our joys, or costly in our sorrows! Eternal fountain of our feelings! 'tis here I trace thee and this is thy divinity which stirs within me...All comes from thee, great-great SENSORIUM of the world!

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.