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.

He knoweth nothing as he ought to know it, who thinketh he knoweth anything without seeing its place and the manner how it relateth to God, angels, and men, and to all the creatures in earth, heaven and hell, time and eternity.

Certainly Adam in Paradise had not more sweet and curious apprehensions of the world, than I when I was a child.

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?

To walk abroad is, not with eyes, But thoughts, the fields to see and prize; Else may the silent feet, Like logs of wood, Move up and down, and see no good, Nor Jor nor glory meet.

To think well is to serve God in the interior court.