Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.

There is an energy which springs from sickness and debility: it has a more powerful effect than the real, but, sadly, expires in an even greater infirmity.

A certain degree of solitude seems necessary to the full growth and spread of the highest mind; and therefore must a very extensive intercourse with men stifle many a holy germ, and scare away the gods, who shun the restless tumult of noisy companies and the discussion of petty interests.

What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?

Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.

Character is a wish for a perfect education.

Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.