The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
Vice stings us even in our pleasures, but virtue consoles us even in our pains.
In a fleshly tomb, I am buried above ground.