The religion of one seems madness unto another.
Tis hard to find a whole age to imitate, or what century to propose for example.
We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.
A man may be in as just possession of the truth as of a city, and yet be forced to surrender.
I envy no man that knows more than myself, but pity them that know less.
By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.