Is not God the whole of science, the all of love, the source of poetry?
Surely His riches are worthy of being coveted! His treasure is inexhaustible, His poem infinite, His love immutable, His science sure and darkened by no mysteries.

Be anxious for nothing, He will give you all.

Yes, in His heart are treasures with which the petty joys you lose on earth are not to be compared.

What I tell you is true; you shall possess His power; you may use it as you would use the gifts of lover or mistress.

Alas! men doubt, they lack faith, and will, and persistence.