We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.
We do but learn to-day what our better advanced judgements will unteach us tomorrow.
Where I cannot satisfy my reason, I love to humour my fancy.
The service of love is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life, nor is there anything that will more deject his cool'd imagination, when he shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed.
Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.
There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning may be confident of no end.