'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.

Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.

Gratitude is heaven itself.

Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?" He replied, "All poets believe it does. And in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removes mountains; but many are not capable of firm persuasion of anything.