It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.

You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself.

Without contraries there is no progression.

God is the poetic genius in each of us.

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

Every harlot was a virgin once.

I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.