There is no fair wind for one who knows not whither he is bound.
Nothing is void of God, his work is everywhere his full of himself.
When an author is too meticulous about his style, you may presume that his mind is frivolous and his content flimsy.
What else is nature but God?
Voyage, travel, and change of place impart vigor
The great blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach; but we shut our eyes, and, like people in the dark, we fall foul upon the very thing we search for, without finding it.