America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres.

In America the geography is sublime, but the men are not; the inventions are excellent, but the inventors one is sometimes ashamed of.

The quality of the imagination is to flow and not to freeze

The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul

Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.

The Sky is the daily bread of the imagination