How like an angel came I down!

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?

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.

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 think the world therefore a general Bedlam, or place of madmen, and oneself a physician, is the most necessary point of present wisdom: an important imagination, and the way to happiness.

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

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.