The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.

Our thinking is a pious reception.

Every man is an infinitely repelling orb, and holds his individual being on that condition.

Proverbs, words, and grammar inflections convey the public sense with more purity and precision, than the wisest individual.

The connection between our knowledge and the abyss of being is still real, and the explication must be not less magnificent.

Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each once a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage.

Want is a growing giant whom the coat of have was never large enough to cover.