Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.

I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.

Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.

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!

Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men, whom all men praise.

Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.

The present is an eternal now.