Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?

Work up imagination to the state of vision.

The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.

The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.

Expect poison from the standing water.

He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.