Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.
I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.
I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.
Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.