A forte always makes a foible.

Prayer that craves a particular commodity, anything less than all good, is vicious.

The religions of the world are the ejaculations of a few imaginative men.

What torments of grief you endured, from evils that never arrived

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.

We are not very much to blame for our bad marriages. We live amid hallucinations, and especial trap is laid to trip up our feet with, and all are tripped up first or last. But the mighty mother, who had been so sly with us, as if she felt she owed us some indemnity, insinuates into the Pandora box of marriage some deep and serious benefits, and some great joys.

Wherever we go, whatever we do, self is the sole subject we study and learn.