Happy the man who never puts on a face, but receives every visitor with that countenance he has on.

We first share the life by which things exist, and afterwards see them as appearances in nature, and forget that we have shared their cause.

It is long ere we discover how rich we are. Our history, we are sure, is quite tame: we have nothing to write, nothing to infer. But our wiser years still run back to the despised recollections of childhood, and always we are fishing up some wonderful article out of that pond; until, by and by, we begin to suspect that the biography of the one foolish person we know is, in reality, nothing less than the miniature paraphrase of the hundred volumes of the Universal History.

God screens us evermore from premature ideas.

God will not make himself manifest to cowards

By the irresistible maturing of the general mind, the Christian traditions have lost their hold.

Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias brought.