To walk abroad is, not with eyes, But thoughts, the fields to see and prize; Else may the silent feet, Like logs of wood, Move up and down, and see no good, Nor Jor nor glory meet.
Thomas TrahernePrinciples are like a seed in the ground; they must continually be visited with heavenly influences or else your life will be a barren field.
Thomas TraherneThe 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.
Thomas Traherne