The cut worm forgives the plow.
Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.
Great things are done when men and mountains meet. This is not done by jostling in the street.
I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
Every harlot was a virgin once.
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.