I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality?

The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.

I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.