As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.
Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.