The mere understanding, however useful and indispensable, is the meanest faculty in the human mind and the most to be distrusted.

No progressive knowledge will ever medicine that dread misgiving of a mysterious and pathless power given to words of a certain import.

Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state.

The peace of nature and of the innocent creatures of god seems to be secure and deep, only so long as the presence of man and his restless and unquiet spirit are not there to trouble its sanctity.

Kings should disdain to die, and only disappear.

No man will ever unfold the capacities of his own intellect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.

There is a necessity for a regulating discipline of exercise that, whilst evoking the human energies, will not suffer them to be wasted.