Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived.
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body.
I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill
Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!
He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear.