The created World is but a small Parenthesis in Eternity.
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.
The discourses of the table among true loving friends are held in strict silence.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.
For God is like a skilfull Geometrician.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.