The more we see the more we must be able to imagine, and the more we imagine, the more we must think we see.

Would that we could at once paint with the eyes! In the long way from the eye through the arm to the pencil, how much is lost!

The more we see the more we must be able to imagine, and the more we imagine, the more we must think we see.

He who doesn't lose his wits over certain things has no wits to lose.

It is not I who die, when I die, but my sin and misery.

Pleasures, riches, honor and joy are sure to have care, disgrace, adversity and affliction in their train. There is no pleasure without pain, no joy without sorrow. O the folly of expecting lasting felicity in a vale of tears, or a paradise in a ruined world.

If some things don't make you lose your sense of reason, then you have none to lose.