Men are better than this theology.
If eyes were made for seeing, then beauty is its own excuse for being.
In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.
A man is the facade of a temple wherein all wisdom and all good abide.
Nothing in nature is exhausted in its first use...In God, every end is converted into a new means.
Sleep takes off the costume of circumstance, arms us with terrible freedom, so that every will rushes to a deed.