Now God comes to thee, not as in the dawning of the day, not as in the bud of the spring, but as the sun at noon to illustrate all shadows, as the sheaves in harvest, to fill all penuries, all occasions invite his mercies, and all times are his seasons.

I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither.

Never start with tomorrow to reach eternity. Eternity is not being reached by small steps.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.

That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.

At most, the greatest persons are but great wens, and excrescences; men of wit and delightful conversation, but as morals for ornament, except they be so incorporated into the body of the world that they contribute something to the sustentation of the whole.