They do most by Books, who could do much without them, and he that chiefly owes himself unto himself, is the substantial Man.

Light is but the shadow of God.

I believe the world grows near its end, yet is neither old nor decayed, nor will ever perish upon the ruins of its own principles.

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

I cannot tell by what logic we call a toad, a bear, or an elephant ugly; they being created in those outward shapes and figures which best express the actions of their inward forms.

Rough diamonds may sometimes be mistaken for worthless pebbles.

I have tried if I could reach that great resolution . . . to be honest without a thought of Heaven or Hell.