Commemoration of Richard Meux Benson, Founder of the Society of St John the Evangelist, 1915 Our critical day is not the very day of our death, but the whole course of our life; I thank him, that prays for me when my bell tolls; but I thank him much more, that catechizes me, or preaches to me, or instructs me how to live.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

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.

Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.

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

There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.