How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise.

Lives in eternity's sun rise.

I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.