Nature is but an image of wisdom, the last thing of the soul; nature being a thing which doth only do, but not know.

Being is desirable because it is identical with Beauty, and Beauty is loved because it is Being. We ourselves possess Beauty when we are true to our own being; ugliness is in going over to another order; knowing ourselves, we are beautiful; in self-ignorance, we are ugly.

A dogma recognized throughout antiquity... (that) the soul expiates its sins in the darkness of the infernal regions and... afterwards... passes into new bodies, there to undergo new trials.

Life here with the things of the earth is a sinking, a defeat, a failing of the wing.

All things are filled full of signs, and it is a wise man who can learn about one thing from another.

The soul in its nature loves God and longs to be at one with Him in the noble love of a daughter for a noble father; but coming to human birth and lured by the courtships of this sphere, she takes up with another love, a mortal, leaves her father and falls.

I am striving to give back the Divine in myself to the Divine in the All.