I Have Conversed With The Spiritual Sun.

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself.

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.

And We Are Put On Earth A Little Space, That We May Learn To Bear The Beams Of Love.

In Your Own Bosom You Bear Your Heaven And Earth, And All You Behold, Though It Appears Without, It Is Within, In Your Imagination, Of Which This World Of Mortality Is But A Shadow.

Everything Is Beautiful In Its Own Way. Exuberance Is Beauty.