Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is eternal delight.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock on, mock on: 'Tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem Reflected in the beams divine; Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine. The atoms of Democritus And Newton's particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.