Whenever philosophy has taken into its plan religion, it has ended in skepticism; and whenever religion excludes philosophy, or the spirit of free inquiry, it leads to willful blindness and superstition.

And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.

All sympathy not consistent with acknowledged virtue is but disguised selfishness.

Novels are to love as fairy tales to dreams.

As a man without forethought scarcely deserves the name of a man, so forethought without reflection is but a metaphorical phrase for the instinct of a beast.

An idea, in the highest sense of that word, cannot be conveyed but by a symbol.

Death but supplies the oil for the inextinguishable lamp of life.