All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.

Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.

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

God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.

I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.

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

Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!