Everything we see in nature is manifested truth; only we are not able to recognize it unless truth is manifest within ourselves.

We are all strings in the concert of God's joy.

What kind of spiritual triumph it was I can neither write nor speak; it can only be compared with that where life is born in the midst of death, and is like the resurrection of the dead.

You are at enmity with yourself.

In this light my spirit suddenly saw through all, and in and by all creatures, even in herbs and grass it knew God, who he is, and how he is, and what his will is: And suddenly in that light my will was set on by a mighty impulse, to describe the being of God.

Whatever the self describes, describes the self.

In this light, my spirit saw through all things and into all creatures and I recognized God in grass and plants.