He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.

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

The distance from nothing to a little, is ten thousand times more, than from it to the highest degree in this life.

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

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

Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because they contend not about matter of fact, nor can determine their controversies by any certain witnesses, nor judges. But as long as they go towards peace, that is Truth, it is no matter which way.

...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.