Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.

O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.

A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.

The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetated [i.e. mortal] body. This world of imagination is infinite and eternal, whereas the world of generation is finite and temporal. There exist in that eternal world the eternal realities of everything which we see reflected in this vegetable glass of nature.