Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, yet it is our own meditation must form our judgment.
Love is amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.
Abandon the secret chamber and the spiritual life will decay.
A hermit who has been shut up in his cell in a college has contracted a sort of mould and rust upon his soul.
The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.