We are adapted to infinity. We are hard to please, and love nothing which ends: and in nature is no end; but every thing, at the end of one use, is lifted into a superior, and the ascent of these things climbs into daemonic and celestial natures.

The wise through excess of wisdom is made a fool.

The world looks like a multiplication-table, or a mathematical equation, which, turn it how you will, balances itself.

I hate quotations. Tell me what you know.

We boast our emancipation from many superstitions; but if we have broken any idols, it is through a transfer of idolatry.

Nothing can be preserved that is not good.

The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness to hermother, or her sisters, or to persons not of her blood. The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.