It loves more readily than it hates.

To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.

Earth has one angel less and heaven one more, since yesterday.

We do ourselves wrong, and too meanly estimate the holiness above us, when we deem that any act or enjoyment good in itself, is not good to do religiously.

Dream strange things and make them look like truth.

Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.

If truth were everywhere to be shown, a scarlet letter would blaze forth on many a bosom.