So it is with minds. Unless you keep them busy with some definite subject that will bridle and control them, they throw themselves in disorder hither and yon in the vague field of imagination... And there is no mad or idle fancy that they do not bring forth in the agitation.

I do myself a greater injury in lying than I do him of whom I tell a lie.

No spiritual mind remains within itself; it is always aspiring and going beyond its own strength.

Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being.

My appetite comes to me while eating.

I say that male and female are cast in the same mold; except for education and habits, the difference is not great.

Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope, that in a mortal subject, and in a moment, makes nothing of usurping infinity, immensity, eternity, and of supplying its masters indigence, at its pleasure, with all things he can imagine or desire!