Silence is the only Voice of our God.

I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.

At banquets surfeit not, but fill; partake, and retire; and eat not again till you crave.

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.

From without, no wonderful effect is wrought within ourselves, unless some interior, responding wonder meets it. That the starry vault shall surcharge the heart with all rapturous marvelings, is only because we ourselves are greater miracles, and superber trophies than all the stars in universal space.

Implacable I, the implacable Sea; Implacable most when most I smile serene- Pleased, not appeased, by myriad wrecks in me.

Ignorance is the parent of fear.