The worst of madmen is a saint run mad.

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade. Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise, And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.

Coffee which makes the politician wise, and see through all things with his half-shut eyes.

Education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.

A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.

Persons of genius, and those who are most capable of art, are always most fond of nature: as such are chiefly sensible, that all art consists in the imitation and study of nature.