Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification; and as without this, without holiness, no man shall see God, though he pore whole nights upon his Bible; so without that, without humility, no man shall hear God speak to his soul, though he hear three two-hour sermons every day.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee

'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's.

For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.