Life is a quarry, out of which we are to mold and chisel and complete a character.
Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.
God was satisfied with his own work, and that is fatal.
Oaths are but words, and words are but wind.
People in general are equally horrified at hearing the Christian religion doubted, and at seeing it practiced.
A virtue to be serviceable must, like gold, be alloyed with some commoner, but more durable alloy.