He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.
Friends are ourselves.
In heaven it is always autumn.
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?