This only is charity, to do all, all that we can.
Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath.
Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.
I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.