Certainly Adam in Paradise had not more sweet and curious apprehensions of the world, than I when I was a child.

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.

Had we not loved ourselves at all, we could never have been obliged to love anything. So that self-love is the basis of all love.

Is it not strange, that an infant should be heir of the whole world, and see those mysteries which the books of the learned never unfold?

To think the world therefore a general Bedlam, or place of madmen, and oneself a physician, is the most necessary point of present wisdom: an important imagination, and the way to happiness.

Happiness was not made to be boasted, but enjoyed. Therefore tho others count me miserable, I will not believe them if I know and feel myself to be happy; nor fear them.