It Is The Heart Which Inspires Eloquence.

In A Crowd, On A Journey, At A Banquet Even, A Line Of Thought Can Itself Provide Its Own Seclusion.

Our Minds Are Like Our Stomaches; They Are Whetted By The Change Of Their Food, And Variety Supplies Both With Fresh Appetite.

Conscience Is A Thousand Witnesses.

Virtue, Though She Gets Her Beginning From Nature, Yet Receives Her Finishing Touches From Learning.

A Religion Without Mystics Is A Philosophy.