Thomas Traherne
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An empty book is like an infant's soul, in which anything may be written. It is capable of all things, but containeth nothing. I have a mind to fill this with profitable wonders.


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.


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


Love is the true means by which the world is enjoyed: our love to others, and others love to us.


More company increases happiness, but does not lighten or diminish misery.


This moment exhibits infinite space, but there is a space also wherein all moments are infinitely exhibited, and the everlasting duration of infinite space is another region and room of joys.


This visible world is wonderfully to be delighted in, and highly to be esteemed, because it is the theatre of God's righteous Kingdom.


To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.


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.


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.


You never know yourself till you know more than your body.


Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in Heaven: see yourself in your Father's palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the angels.