A thinking man is the worst enemy the Prince of Darkness can have; every time such an one announces himself, I doubt not there runs a shudder through the nether empire; and new emissaries are trained with new tactics, to, if possible, entrap and hoodwink and handcuff him.

A man's felicity consists not in the outward and visible blessing of fortune, but in the inward and unseen perfections and riches of the mind.

Man's unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite.

To know, to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic art, of which the best logic's can but babble on the surface.

The whole past is the procession of the present.

Courtesy is the due of man to man; not of suit-of-clothes to suit-of-clothes.

Blessed be the God's voice; for it is true, and falsehoods have to cease before it!