I am the drum on which God is beating out his message.

I saw them with my bodily eyes as clearly as I see you. And when they departed, I used to weep and wish they would take me with them.

I die for speaking the language of the angels.

You say that you are my judge; I do not know if you are; but take good heed not to judge me ill, because you would put yourself in great peril.

Help yourself and God will help you

The angels are as perfect in form as they are in spirit.

I fear nothing for God is with me!