An Aristotle was but the rubbish of an Adam, and Athens but the rudiments of Paradise.

The mind begins to boggle at unnatural substances as things paradoxical and incomprehensible.

Action is the highest perfection and drawing forth of the utmost power, vigor, and activity of man's nature.

He that tears away a man's good name tears his flesh from his bones, and, by letting him live, gives him only a cruel opportunity of feeling his misery, of burying his better part, and surviving himself.

Let a man be but in earnest in praying against a temptation as the tempter is in pressing it, and he needs not proceed by a surer measure.

God afflicts with the mind of a father, and kills for no other purpose but that he may raise again.

The grateful person fears no court or judge, no sentence or executioner, but what he carries about him in his own breast: and being still the most severe exactor of himself, not only confesses but proclaims his debts.