The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.
Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.
God keep me from the divinity of Yes and Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, from supposing Up and Down to be the same thing as allexperimentalists must suppose.
I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul.