“Every harlot was a virgin once”

He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars; General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer: For Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.

How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

For every thing that lives is Holy.

You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity.

The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.

Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they’d immediately go out.

I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

As you awaken to your divine nature, you’ll begin to appreciate beauty in everything you see, touch and experience.

And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?

Life is a miracle. Life is sacred. And when women carry life, we get to become the keepers of some of the Universe’s greatest secrets: beginnings.

Hope of ill gain is the beginning of loss.

My freedom doesn’t end where your fear begins.

I always felt like there was a certain standard of music that I had to do from the beginning, even when I didn’t have the recognition that I have now.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Enlightenment will be now the beginning, not the end. Beginning of a non-ending process in all dimensions of richness.