Love betters what is best

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.

Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.

I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man.

Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.