The Sun never shined on a cause of greater worth.

I die in perfect composure and resignation to the will of my Creator, God.

His [Jesus'] historians, having brought him into the world in a supernatural manner, were obliged to take him out again in the same manner, or the first part of the story must have fallen to the ground.

When authors and critics talk of the sublime, they see not how nearly it borders on the ridiculous.

Arms discourage and keep the invader and plunderer in awe, and preserve order in the world as well as property... Horrid mischief would ensue were the law-abiding deprived of the use of them.

We feel something like respect for consistency even in error. We lament the virtue that is debauched into a vice; but the vice that affects a virtue becomes the more detestable.

He who dares not offend cannot be honest.