Reason elevates our thoughts as high as the stars, and leads us through the vast space of this mighty fabric; yet it comes far short of the real extent of our corporeal being.

We seldom learn the true want of what we have till it is discovered that we can have no more.

The return of my birthday, if I remember it, fills me with thoughts which it seems to be the general care of humanity to escape.

Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth, and every other man has a right to knock him down for it. Martyrdom is the test.

Tediousness is the most fatal of all faults.

To be prejudiced is always to be weak; yet there are prejudices so near to laudable that they have been often praised and are always pardoned.

The process is the reality.