To ruminate upon evils, to make critical notes upon injuries, and be too acute in their apprehensions, is to add unto our own tortures, to feather the arrows of our enemies, to lash ourselves with the scorpions of our foes, and to resolve to sleep no more.
Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.
That some have never dreamed is as improbable as that some have never laughed.
Lord deliver me from myself.
Affection should not be too sharp eyed, and love is not made by magnifying glasses.
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.