Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.
The passions are the gales of life; and it is religion only that can prevent them from rising into a tempest.
Abandon the secret chamber and the spiritual life will decay.
Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.
Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.
Whatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home.