Where dwells the religion? Tell me first where dwells electricity, or motion, or thought or gesture. They do not dwell or stay atall. Electricity cannot be made fast, mortared up and ended, like London Monument, or the Tower, so that you shall know where to find it, and keep it fixed, as the English do with their things, forevermore; it is passing, glancing, gesticular; it is a traveller, a newness, a surprise, a secret which perplexes them, and puts them out.

Sooner or later that which is now life shall be poetry, and every fair and manly trait shall add a richer strain to the song.

The cruelest foe is a masked benefactor. The wars which make history so dreary have served the cause of truth and virtue.

Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise.

Only be admonished by what you already see, not to strike leagues of friendship with cheap persons, where no friendship can be. Our impatience betrays us into rash and foolish alliances which no God attends.

The multitude of false churches accredits the true religion.

He takes men out of time and makes them feel eternity.