Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory.

[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.

Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.

The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.

You become what you behold.