He Is Rich Who Hath Enough To

Miserable Men Commiserate Not Themselves; Bowelless Unto Others, And Merciless Unto Their Own Bowels.

If There Be Any Among Those Common Objects Of Hatred I Do Contemn And Laugh At, It Is That Great Enemy Of Reason, Virtue, And Religion, The Multitude; That Numerous Piece Of Monstrosity, Which, Taken Asunder, Seem Men, And The Reasonable Creatures Of God, But, Confused Together, Make But One Great Beast, And A Monstrosity More Prodigious Than Hydra.

Light Is The Shadow Of God.

Affection Should Not Be Too Sharp Eyed, And Love Is Not Made By Magnifying Glasses.

Life Is A Pure Flame And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.