"Love is not altogether a Delirium," says he elsewhere; "yet has it many points in common therewith."

The crash of the whole solar and stellar systems could only kill you once.

Alas! while the body stands so broad and brawny, must the soul lie blinded, dwarfed, stupefied, almost annihilated? Alas! this was, too, a breath of God, bestowed in heaven, but on earth never to be unfolded!

What the light of your mind, which is the direct inspiration of the Almighty, pronounces incredible, that, in God's name, leave uncredited. At your peril do not try believing that!

Oblivion is the dark page, whereon Memory writes her light-beam characters, and makes them legible; were it all light, nothing could be read there, any more than if it were all darkness.

Work is the grand cure of all the maladies and miseries that ever beset mankind.

Woe to him that claims obedience when it is not due; woe to him that refuses it when it is.