The True Character Of Epistolary Style Is

When One Has Too Great A Dread Of What Is Impending, One Feels Some Relief When The Trouble Has Come.

Order Is To Arrangement What The Soul Is To The Body, And What Mind Is To Matter.

Which Is More Misshapen,--religion Without Virtue, Or Virtue Without Religion?

We Always Believe God Is Like Ourselves, The Indulgent Think Him Indulgent And The Stern, Terrible.

Justice Is The Right Of The Weakest.