Though It Be In The Power Of

Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May Be Wise Cunctation.

The Discourses Of The Table Among True Loving Friends Are Held In Strict Silence.

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

As For Those Wingy Mysteries In Divinity, And Airy Subtleties In Religion, Which Have Unhinged The Brains Of Better Heads, They Never Stretched The Pia Mater Of Mine; Methinks There Be Not Impossibilities Enough In Religion For An Active Faith.

There Is No Man Alone, Because Every Man Is A Microcosm, And Carries The Whole World About Him.