His conceptions were ardent but ludicrous, and his memory, aided, as he honestly acknowledged, by his invention, was an inexhaustible fund of entertainment.
His residence was at the same distance below the city as ours was above, but there seldom passed a day without our being favoured with a visit.
My brother and he were endowed with the same attachment to the Latin writers; and Pleyel was not behind his friend in his knowledge of the history and metaphysics of religion.

Their creeds, however, were in many respects opposite.

Where one discovered only confirmations of his faith, the other could find nothing but reasons for doubt.

Moral necessity, and calvinistic inspiration, were the props on which my brother thought proper to repose.

Pleyel was the champion of intellectual liberty, and rejected all guidance but that of his reason.