Essays, entitled critical, are epistles addressed to the public, through which the mind of the recluse relieves itself of its impressions.

There are noble books but one wants the breath of life sometimes.

The civilized man is a larger mind but a more imperfect nature than the savage.

What a difference it makes to come home to a child!

You see how wide the gulf that separates me from the Christian church.

There is some danger lest there be no real religion in the heart which craves too much daily sympathy.

Tremble not before the free man, but before the slave who has chains to break.