We love we know not what, and therefore everything allures us.

The soul is made for action, and cannot rest till it be employed. Idleness is its rust. Unless it will up and think and taste and see, all is in vain.

Is it not strange, that an infant should be heir of the whole world, and see those mysteries which the books of the learned never unfold?

Be sensible of your wants, that you maybe sensible of your treasures.

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

You are as prone to love as the sun is to shine; it being the most delightful and natural employment of the soul of humans.

You never know yourself till you know more than your body.