A stranger here Strange things doth meet, strange glories see; Strange treasures lodged in this fair world appear, Strange all, and new to me. But that they mine should be, who nothing was, That strangest is of all, yet brought to pass.
Thomas TraherneHad we not loved ourselves at all, we could never have been obliged to love anything. So that self-love is the basis of all love.
Thomas TraherneHappiness was not made to be boasted, but enjoyed. Therefore tho others count me miserable, I will not believe them if I know and feel myself to be happy; nor fear them.
Thomas Traherne