Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.
I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.
Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.
Celebrate your existence!
Nature has no outline. Imagination has.