This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.

Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.

Great sorrows cannot speak.

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

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.

The sun must not set upon anger, much less will I let the sun set upon the anger of God towards me.