Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?
...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.
O for a life of Sensations rather than of Thoughts!
I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.
Knowledge enormous makes a god of me.
It is a flaw In happiness to see beyond our bourn, - It forces us in summer skies to mourn, It spoils the singing of the nightingale.