A little grit in the eye destroyeth the sight of the very heavens, and a little malice or envy a world of joys. One wry principle in the mind is of infinite consequence.

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.

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

The world is a mirror of infinite beauty, yet no man sees it.

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.

As nothing is more easy than to think, so nothing is more difficult than to think well.

The Soul is shriveled up and buried in a grave that does not love.