To believe only possibilities is not faith, but mere Philosophy.

Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.

Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.

For there is a music wherever there is a harmony, order, or proportion, and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.

Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.

To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.