The religion of one age is the literary entertainment of the next.

Words are finite organs of the infinite mind. They cannot cover the dimensions of what is in truth. They break, chop, and impoverish it.

Without the great arts which speak to the sense of beauty, a man seems to me a poor, naked, shivering creature. These are his becoming draperies, which warm and adorn him.

How much better when the whole land is a garden, and the people have grown up in the bowers of a paradise.

Liberty is a slow fruit.

Next to the originator of a good sentence is the first quoter of it.

I knew a witty physician who found theology in the biliary duct, and used to affirm that if there was a disease in the liver, the man became a Calvinist, and if that organ was sound, he became a Unitarian.