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| Swedenborg is the Angel sitting at the tomb: his writings are the linen clothes folded up. | | Uncategorized | |
| Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles | | Uncategorized | |
| 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. | | Uncategorized | |
| 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. | | Uncategorized | |
| 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. | | Uncategorized | |
| 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.' | | Uncategorized | |
| The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion the horse, how he shall take his prey. | | Uncategorized | |
The arts of peace are great,
And no less glorious than those of war. | | Uncategorized | |
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that won't believe.
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbeliever's fright. | | Uncategorized | |
| The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. | | Uncategorized | |
| The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. | | Friendship | |
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| The caterpillar on the leaf / Repeats to thee thy mother's grief. | | Uncategorized | |
The Child's Toys and the Old Man's Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons. | | Uncategorized | |
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The countless gold of a merry heart,
The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,
The indolent never can bring to the mart,
Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury. | | Uncategorized | |
| The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white. | | Animals | |
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| The Desire of Man being Infinite, the possession is Infinite, and himself Infinite. | | Uncategorized | |
| The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: The bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does. | | Uncategorized | |
