The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.

Error is created; truth is eternal.

How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.

Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is eternal delight.

I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill

A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation.