Is not prayer a study of truth, a sally of the soul into the unfound infinite? No man ever prayed heartily without learning something.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.[What is a sorrow? A feeling whose benefits have not yet been discovered]

The greatest man in history was the poorest.

I can reason down or deny everything, except this perpetual Belly: feed he must and will, and I cannot make him respectable.

But in our experience, man is cheap and friendship wants its deep sense. We affect to dwell with our friends in their absence, but we do not; when deed, word, or letter comes not, they let us go.

Nature never rhymes her children, nor makes two men alike. When we see a great man, we fancy a resemblance to some historical person, and predict the sequel of his character and fortune, a result which he is sure to disappoint. None will ever solve the problem of his character according to our prejudice, but only in his high unprecedented way.

Where the banana grows man is sensual and cruel.