A DIVINE IMAGE Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge.

For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl?

The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave.

I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.

I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see.

The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.