What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
The present is an eternal now.
This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?