Every evil is some good spelt backwards, and in it the wise know how to read Wisdom.

Then sleep the seasons, full of might; While slowly swells the pod, And rounds the peach, and in the night The mushroom bursts the sod. The winter comes: the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars; the white drift heaps against the hut; and night is pierced with stars.

Great is his faith who dares believe his own eyes.

All reasoning ends in an appeal to self-evidence.

The more wild and incredible your desire, the more willing and prompt God is in fulfilling it, if you will have it so.

Let me love Thee so that the honour, riches, and pleasures of the world may seem unworthy even of hatred - may not even be encumbrances.

Life is not life at all without delight.