The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.
What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.
[Mathematics] is an independent world created out of pure intelligence.
All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.