There Is In The Universe Neither Center

What Can Be More Stupid Than To Be In Pain About Future Things And Absent Ones Which At Present Are Not Felt?

Divine Love Does Not Weigh Down, Nor Carry His Servant Captive And Enslaved To The Lowest Depths, But Raises Him, Supports Him And Magnifies Him Above All Liberty Whatsoever.

When We Consider The Being And Substance Of That Universe In Which We Are Immutably Set, We Shall Discover That Neither We Ourselves Nor Any Substance Doth Suffer Death. For Nothing Is In Fact Diminished In Its Substance, But All Things, Wandering Through Infinite Space, Undergo Change Of Aspect.

All Things Are In The Universe, And The Universe Is In All Things: We In It, And It In Us; In This Way Everything Concurs In A Perfect Unity.

The Universe Is Then One, Infinite, Immobile. ... It Is Not Capable Of Comprehension And Therefore Is Endless And Limitless, And To That Extent Infinite And Indeterminable, And Consequently Immobile.