The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.

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.

Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.

He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

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

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.