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 fox condemns the trap, not himself.

Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.

Energy is eternal delight.

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.