Bishop George Berkeley

All the choir of heaven and furniture of earth - in a word, all those bodies which compose the mighty frame of the world - have not any subsistence without a mind.

[Tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate.

Westward the course of empire takes its way; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day: Time's noblest offspring is the last.

Truth is the cry of all, but the game of the few.

The world is like a board with holes in it, and the square men have got into the round holes, and the round into the square.

Our youth we can have but to-day, We may always find time to grow old.