Finite mind cannot comprehend infinity.

That wit is truly amiable, which gladdens and enlivens every thing, which shines with a lustre gentle, but not faint, and powerful, but not glaring.

We see how much a man has, and therefore we envy him; did we see how little he enjoys, we should rather pity him.

For we seldom admire the wit, when we dislike the man.

Great wits, like great beauties, look upon mere esteem as a flat insipid thing; nothing less than admiration will content them.

It must descend, as the dew, upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Finite mind cannot comprehend infinity.