The mind can only imagine anything, or remember what is past, while the body endures.
I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.
No to laugh, not to lament, not to detest, but to understand.
Desire is the very essence of man
All is One (Nature, God)
He that can carp in the most eloquent or acute manner at the weakness of the human mind is held by his fellows as almost divine.