Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness, Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

Justice is but the distributing to everything according to the requirements of its nature.

The sages of old live again in us, and in opinions there is a metempsychosis.

How the purer spirit is united to his clod, is a knot too hard for fallen humanity to untie.

What's impossible to all humanity may be possible to the metaphysics and physiology of angels.