Light that makes things seen, makes some things invisible.

There is no such thing as solitude, nor anything that can be said to be alone and by itself but God, who is His own circle, and can subsist by Himself.

We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.

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.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

I had rather stand the shock of a basilisk than the fury of a merciless pen.

That miracles have been, I do believe; that they may yet be wrought by the living, I do not deny: but have no confidence in those which are fathered on the dead.