There is no man who is not some time indebted to his vices, as no plant that is not fed from manure

Men wish to be saved from the mischiefs of their vices, but not from their vices.

Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.

Every vice is only an exaggeration of a necessary and virtuous function

Every true man is a cause, a country, and an age; requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his design; - and posterity seem to follow his steps as a train of clients

Man is a piece of the universe made alive.