This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye.

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.

If the Sun and Moon should doubt, / They'd immediately go out.

Humility is only doubt, / And does the sun and moon blot out.

Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.

Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction.