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

Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us often.

All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.

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.