My altars are the mountains and the ocean.
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.
The poetry of speech.
Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.
Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much - and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go on wondering for a week to come.