Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Self praise is no praise at all.

Father of Light! great God of Heaven! Hear'st thou the accents of despair? Can guilt like man's be e'er forgiven? Can vice atone for crimes by prayer.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.