I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff- box from an emperor.
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
A material resurrection seems strange and even absurd except for purposes of punishment, and all punishment which is to revenge rather than correct must be morally wrong, and when the World is at an end, what moral or warning purpose can eternal tortures answer?