(Death is) A leap into the dark.
Light is but the shadow of God.
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.
A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest.
To believe only possibilities is not faith, but mere Philosophy.
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.