Had we not loved ourselves at all, we could never have been obliged…

An empty book is like an infant's soul, in which anything may be written. It is capable of all things, but containeth nothing.

Order the beauty even of beauty is, It is the rule of bliss, The very life and form and cause of pleasure.

Some unknown joys there be Laid up in store for me.

Strange is the vigour in a brave man's soul. The strength of his spirit and his irresistible power, the greatness of his heart and the height of his condition, his mighty confidence and contempt of danger, his true security and repose in …

A stranger here Strange things doth meet, strange glories see; Strange treasures lodg'd in this fair world appear, Strange all and new to me; But that they mine should be who nothing was, That strangest is of all; yet brought to pass.

As nothing is more easy than to think, so nothing is more difficult than to think well.