There is in every miracle a silent chiding of the world, and a tacit reprehension of them who require, or who need miracles.
Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.
A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present.
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.