As nothing is more easy than to think, so nothing is more difficult than to think well.
You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine.
The Soul is shriveled up and buried in a grave that does not love.
Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in Heaven: see yourself in your Father's palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the angels.
How like an angel came I down!
You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.