We are the prisoners of ideas.
The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.
In the uttermost meaning of the words, thought is devout, and devotion is thought. Deep calls unto deep.
Nothing can be preserved that is not good.
He is a good man, who can receive a gift well. We are either glad or sorry at a gift, and both emotions are unbecoming.
Give the slave the least elevation of religious sentiment, and he is not slave: you are the slave: he not only in his humility feels his superiority, feels that much deplored condition of his to be a fading trifle, but he makes you feel it too. He is the master.