Generations are as the days of toilsome mankind; death and birth are the vesper and the matin bells that summon mankind to sleep and to rise refreshed for new advancement. What the father has made, the son can make and enjoy; but has also work of his own appointed him. Thus all things wax and roll onwards: arts, establishments, opinions, nothing is ever completed, but ever completing.

Piety does not mean that a man should make a sour face about things, and refuse to enjoy in moderation what his Maker has given.

There is often more spiritual force in a proverb than in whole philosophical systems.

Love not pleasure; love God. This is the Everlasting Yea, wherein all contradiction is solved.

It is meritorious to insist on forms; religion and all else naturally clothes itself in forms. Everywhere the formed world is the only habitable one.

There are remedies for all things but death.

O thou who art able to write a book which once in the two centuries or oftener there is a man gifted to do, envy not him whom they name city-builder, and inexpressibly pity him whom they name conqueror or city-burner.