And every stone and every star a tongue, And every gale of wind a curious song. The Heavens were an oracle, and spoke Divinity: the Earth did undertake The office of a priest; and I being dumb (Nothing besides was dumb) all things did come With voices and instructions.

An empty book is like an Infant's soul, in which anything may be written.

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.

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

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

Is it not easy to conceive the World in your Mind? To think the Heavens fair? The Sun Glorious? The Earth fruitful? The Air Pleasant? The Sea Profitable? And the Giver bountiful? Yet these are the things which it is difficult to retain. For could we always be sensible of their use and value, we should be always delighted with their wealth and glory.

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?