There is no such thing as solitude, nor anything that can be said to be alone and by itself but God, who is His own circle, and can subsist by Himself.

I have often admired the mystical way of Pythagoras, and the secret magick of numbers.

The religion of one seems madness unto another.

Light is but the shadow of God.

That miracles have been, I do believe; that they may yet be wrought by the living, I do not deny: but have no confidence in those which are fathered on the dead.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.