Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.
Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.