The Beginnings Of All Things Are Small.

Should This My Firm Persuasion Of The Soul's Immortality Prove To Be A Mere Delusion, It Is At Least A Pleasing Delusion, And I Will Cherish It To My Last Breath.

By Doubting We Come At Truth.

All Things Are Full Of God.

Man Is His Own Worst Enemy.

It Is The Soul Itself Which Sees And Hears, And Not Those Parts Which Are, As It Were, But Windows To The Soul.