No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
Heaven is in a grain of sand.
The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.
The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
Those who enter the gates of heaven are not beings who have no passions or who have curbed the passions, but those who have cultivated an understanding of them.