Ah, if he could have plunged up into the clouds, so as to sweep thereon through the undulating heavens over the boundless earth!—ah, if he could have floated with the flower-fragrance over the flowers,—could have streamed with the wind over the summits, through the woods! – Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, Hesperus, or Forty-Five Dog-Post-Days: A Biography,

Nature seems at each mans birth to have marked out the bounds of his virtues and vices, and to have determined how good or how wicked that man shall be capable of being. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld