Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

Amongst all other vices there is none I hate more than cruelty, both by nature and judgment, as the extremest of all vices.

I set forth notions that are human and my own, simply as human notions considered in themselves, not as determined and decreed by heavenly ordinance.

It takes so much to be a king that he exists only as such. That extraneous glare that surrounds him hides him and conceals him from us; our sight breaks and is dissipated by it being filled and arrested by this strong light.

And if nobody reads me, shall I have wasted my time, when I have beguiled so many idle hours with such pleasant and profitable reflections?

Wise people are foolish if they cannot adapt to foolish people.

It is indeed the boundary of life, beyond which we are not to pass; which the law of nature has pitched for a limit not to be exceeded.