Sure Man was born to meditate on things, And to contemplate the eternal springs Of God and Nature, glory, bliss and pleasure: That life and love might be his eternal treasure.

You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine.

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?

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.

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

Had 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.

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.