I cannot find language of sufficient energy to convey my sense of the sacredness of private integrity. All men, all things, the state, the church, yea the friends of the heart are phantasms and unreal beside the sanctuary of the heart. With so much awe, with so much fear, let it be respected.

Passion, though a bad regulator, is a powerful spring.

Two may talk and one may hear, but three cannot take part in a conversation of the most sincere and searching sort.

Moral qualities rule the world, but at short distances the senses are despotic.

I hate to be defended in a newspaper. As long as all that is said is said against me, I feel a certain assurance of success. But as soon as honeyed words of praise are spoken for me, I feel as one that lies unprotected before his enemies.

To fill the hour; that is happiness to fill the hour, and leave no crevice for a repentance or an approval.

All diseases run into one, old age.