And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

Every harlot was a virgin once.

Error is created; truth is eternal.

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.