“Forgiveness is the divinest of victories.”

Fate hath no voice but the heart’s impulse.

Far must thy researches go Wouldst thou learn the world to know; Thou must tempt the dark abyss Wouldst thou prove what Being is; Naught but firmness gains the prize, Naught but fullness makes us wise, Buried deep truth e’er lies.

On the mountains there is freedom! The world is perfect everywhere, Save where man comes with his torment.

He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.

Virtue is no empty echo.

Wine invents nothing; it only tattles.

The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.

Forgiveness is the finding again of a lost possession.

If we do not find anything very pleasant, at least we shall find something new.

In a narrow circle the mind contracts. Man grows with his expanded needs.

The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.

What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.

What the inner voice says will not disappoint the hoping soul.

Even the weak become strong when they are united.

Toil of science swells the wealth of art.

Soon is the struggle past, and to the earth, To the eternal sun, I render back These atoms, joined in me for pain and pleasure.

Imaginary numbers are a fine and wonderful refuge of the divine spirit almost an amphibian between being and non-being.

Through the feigned fury of divine emotion, the wife of the great one will be badly wronged. Judges, wishing to condemn such a doctrine, the victim will be sacrificed to the ignorant people.

Not meddling with Divinity, Metaphysicks, Moralls, Politicks, Grammar, Rhetorick, or Logick.

The perfect knowledge of events cannot be acquired without divine inspiration, since all prophetic inspiration receives its prime motivating force from God the creator, then from good fortune and nature.

There’s some are fou o’ love divine; There’s some are fou o’ brandy.

Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity

Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.

For a long time, I have been making many predictions, far in advance, of events since come to pass, naming the particular locality. I acknowledge all to have been accomplished through divine power and inspiration.