To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

Happiness 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.

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

Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in Heaven: see yourself in your Father's palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the angels.

An empty book is like an infant's soul, in which anything may be written. It is capable of all things, but containeth nothing. I have a mind to fill this with profitable wonders.

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.