Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.

Men perish with whispering sins-nay, with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often with crying sins; and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin.

...Whatever dies was not mixed equally, If our two loves be one Or thou and I love so alike That none can slacken, none can die.

Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory.

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

And dare love that, and say so too, And forget the He and She.

The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.