Let us draw a lesson from nature, which always works by short ways. When the fruit is ripe, it falls.

The wise man, the true friend, the finished character, we seek everywhere, and only find in fragments.

The riddle of the age has for each a private solution.

There is one mind common to all individual men. Every man is an inlet to the same and to all of the same. He that is once admitted to the right of reason is made a freeman of the whole estate. What Plato has thought, he may think; what a saint has felt, he may feel; what at any time has befallen any man, he can understand. Who hath access to this universal mind is a party to all that is or can be done, for this is the only and sovereign agent

Some of your griefs you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you've endured From evils that never arrived.

That which we do not believe, we cannot adequately say; even though we may repeat the words ever so often.

I am constrained every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will I call mine.