The greater idiot ever scolds the lesser.
Yet habit—strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?
Thus we see how that the spine of even the hugest of living things tapers off at last into simple child’s play.
Truth hath no confines.
There is a touch of divinity even in brutes, and a special halo about a horse, that should forever exempt him from indignities.
The pulpit is ever this earth’s foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence it is the storm of God’s quick wrath is first descried, and the bow must bear the earliest brunt.
Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me.
Let faith oust fact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and do believe.
Friendship at first sight as of love at first sight: it is the only true one, the only noble one.
All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick.
While religion, contrary to the common notion, implies, in certain cases, a spirit of slow reserve as to assent, infidelity, which claims to despise credulity, is sometimes swift to it.
What creature but a madman would not rather do good than ill, when it is plain that, good or ill, it must return upon himself?
