Man's Sensitivity To The Little

Man Is So Made That By Continually Telling Him He Is A Fool He Believes It, And By Continually Telling It To Himself He Makes Himself Believe It. For Man Holds An Inward Talk With Himself, Which It Pays Him To Regulate.

Man Is But A Reed, The Most Feeble Thing In Nature, But He Is A Thinking Reed.

Nothing Is So Insufferable To Man As To Be Completely At Rest, Without Passions, Without Business, Without Diversion, Without Study. He Then Feels His Nothingness, His Forlornness, His Insufficiency, His Dependence, His Weakness, His Emptiness. There Will Immediately Arise From The Depth Of His Heart Weariness, Gloom, Sadness, Fretfulness, Vexation, Despair.

That A Religion May Be True, It Must Have Knowledge Of Our Nature.

It Is Not Good To Be Too Free. It Is Not Good To Have All One Wants.