And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love.

My work is visionary or imaginative. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care...

Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine, runs a joy with silken twine.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare.

There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.