The jealous keys of truth's eternal doors.

I have neither curiosity, interest, pain nor pleasure, in anything, good or evil, they can say of me. I feel only a slight disgust, and a sort of wonder that they presume to write my name.

Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.

The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.

My neighbour, or my servant, or my child, has done me an injury, and it is just that he should suffer an injury in return. Such is the doctrine which Jesus Christ summoned his whole resources of persuasion to oppose.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.