You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

Heaven is in a grain of sand.

Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief s.

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?