Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.
Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.
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.