If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, refuse, and bury your talent in the earth, even though you should want natural bread, sorrow and desperation pursue you through life, and after death shame and confusion of face to eternity.

Exuberance is beauty.

There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')