All ages of belief have been great; all of unbelief have been mean.

We owe to genius always the same debt, of lifting the curtain from the common, and showing us that divinities are sitting disguised in the seeming gang of gypsies and peddlars.

The multitude of false churches accredits the true religion.

These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.

What I must do is all that concerns me, not what the people think.

Must we always talk for victory, and never once for truth, for comfort, and joy?

In America the geography is sublime, but the men are not; the inventions are excellent, but the inventors one is sometimes ashamed of.