In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledge are those knowledge that idiots possess.

It is the greatest of crimes to depress true art and science.

You become what you behold.