Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
They are the troublers, they are the dividers of unity, who neglect and don't permit others to unite those dissevered pieces which are yet wanting to the body of Truth.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint.
Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.