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

Nature provides exceptions to every rule.

Two persons love in one another the future good which they aid one another to unfold.

The life of the soul is incalculable.

The Arabian horse will not plough well, nor can the plough-horse be rode to play the jereed.

I am 'too fiery'... yet I wish to be seen as I am and I would lose all rather than soften away anything.

Pain has no effect but to steal some of my time.