He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
Art degraded, Imagination denied.