Every man is a consumer, and ought to be a producer. He is by constitution expensive, and needs to be rich.

We hear eagerly every thought and word quoted from an intellectual man. But in his presence our own mind is roused to activity, and we forget very fast what he says.

Health and appetite impart the sweetness to sugar, bread and meat.

Evil is merely privative, not absolute: it is like cold, which is the privation of beat.

Heaven is large, and affords space for all modes of love and fortitude.

What is it men love in Genius, but its infinite hope, which degrades all it has done? Genius counts all its miracles poor and short. Its own idea it never executed.

We must hold a man amenable to reason for the choice of his daily craft or profession. It is not an excuse any longer for his deeds that they are the custom of his trade. What business has he with an evil trade?