Frenchmen Are Like Gunpowder, Each By Itself

...from The Time Of Kepler To That Of Newton, And From Newton To Hartley, Not Only All Things In External Nature, But The Subtlest Mysteries Of Life And Organization, And Even Of The Intellect And Moral Being, Were Conjured Within The Magic Circle Of Mathematical Formulae.

Nothing Can Permanently Please, Which Doesn't Contain In Itself The Reason Why It Is So, And Not Otherwise.

Nothing Great Was Ever Achieved Without Enthusiasm. For What Is Enthusiasm But The Oblivion And Swallowing-up Of Self In An Object Dearer Than Self?

There Is One Art Of Which People Should Be Masters - The Art Of Reflection.

It Has Been Observed Before That Images, However Beautiful, Though Faithfully Copied From Nature, And As Accurately Represented In Words, Do Not Of Themselves Characterize The Poet. They Become Proofs Of Original Genius Only As Far As They Are Modified By A Predominant Passion; Or By Associated Thoughts Or Images Awakened By That Passion; Or When They Have The Effect Of Reducing Multitude To Unity, Or Succession To An Instant; Or Lastly, When A Human And Intellectual Life Is Transferred To Them From The Poet's Spirit.