We are all of us, more or less, the slaves of opinion.
It is only those who never think at all, or else who have accustomed themselves to blood invariably on abstract ideas, that ever feel ennui.
To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.
Prejudice is the child of ignorance.
No young man ever thinks he shall die.
The devil was a great loss in the preternatural world. He was always something to fear and to hate; he supplied the antagonist powers of the imagination, and the arch of true religion hardly stands firm without him.