Where cheating is, there's mischief there.

Lives in eternity's sun rise.

I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality?

Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.

All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.

He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.

The eye sees more than the heart knows.