The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
One thought fills immensity.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.