See what it is to play unfair! Where cheating is, there's mischief there. |
Seek Love in the pity of others' woe, In the gentle relief of another's care, In the darkness of night and the winter's snow, In the naked and outcast, seek Love there! |
Shame is pride's cloak. |
Since all the riches of this world May be gifts from the Devil and earthly kings, I should suspect that I worshipp'd the Devil If I thank'd my God for worldly things |
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. |
Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, and they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals and is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, and if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight. |
Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men. |
Swedenborg is the Angel sitting at the tomb: his writings are the linen clothes folded up. |
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles |
That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians. |
The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged and numerous senses could perceive. And particularly they studied the genius of each city and county, placing it under its mental deity. Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of and enslaved the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects; thus began Priesthood. Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales. And at length they pronounced that the Gods had ordered such things. Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast. |
The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell. |
The Angel that presided o'er my birth / Said `Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, / Go, love without the help of anything on earth.' |
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion the horse, how he shall take his prey. |
The arts of peace are great, And no less glorious than those of war. |