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

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.

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

I will not by the noise of bloody wars and the dethroning of kings advance you to glory: but by the gentle ways of peace and love.

The sense itself was I. I felt no dross or matter in my soul, no brims or borders, such as in a bowl we see. My essence was capacity.

Principles are like a seed in the ground; they must continually be visited with heavenly influences or else your life will be a barren field.

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