God the Father, the supreme Architect, had already built this cosmic home we behold, the most sacred temple of His godhead, by the laws of His mysterious wisdom.

To [man] it is granted to have whatever he chooses, to be whatever he wills.

Whatever seeds each man cultivates will grow to maturity and bear in him their own fruit. If they be vegetative, he will be like a plant.

The Pythagoreans degrade impious men into brutes and, if one is to believe Empedocles, even into plants.

On man when he came into life the Father conferred the seeds of all kinds and the germs of every way of life.

But, when the work was finished, the Craftsman kept wishing that there were someone to ponder the plan of so great a work, to love its beauty, and to wonder at its vastness.

Admittedly great though these reasons be, they are not the principal grounds, that is, those which may rightfully claim for themselves the privilege of the highest admiration.

For why should we not admire more the angels themselves and the blessed choirs of heaven?

But in its final creation it was not the part of the Father's power to fail as though exhausted. It was not the part of His wisdom to waver in a needful matter through poverty of counsel.

It was not the part of His kindly love that he who was to praise God's divine generosity in regard to others should be compelled to condemn it in regard to himself.

Life's just a bunch of accidents, connected by one perfect end.

A rainbow must have its seven colours in order for it to meet beauty. Plurality is beauty and harmony is what adds more lifespan to that beauty

For if our bodies aren’t our own, And justice isn’t ours, And our love is just a sin, And voices by the peopleAre no longer for the people, What have we left to lose?

The Dormouse looked out, and he said with a sigh: "I suppose all these people know better than I. It was silly, perhaps, but I did like the view Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums (blue).

Talk about a dream, try to make it real. You wake up in the night with a fear so real. Spend your life waiting for a moment that just don’t come. Well don’t waste your time waiting.

Why you? Because there is no one better. Why now? Because tomorrow isn't soon enough.

Chic is when a woman is in harmony with herself.

Every generous illusion of youth leaves a wrinkle as it departs. Experience is the successive disenchanting of the things of life; it is reason enriched with the heart's spoils.

Never question the truth of what you fail to understand, for the world is filled with wonders.

In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.