Between these two, the denying of sins, which we have done, and the bragging of sins, which we have not done, what a space, what a compass is there, for millions of millions of sins!

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

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

I neglect God and his angles for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

The whole life of Christ was a continual Passion; others die martyrs but Christ was born a martyr. He found a Golgotha even in Bethlehem, where he was born; for to his tenderness then the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after, and the manger as uneasy at first as his cross at last. His birth and his death were but one continual act, and his Christmas day and his Good Friday are but the evening and morning of one and the same day. And as even his birth is his death, so every action and passage that manifests Christ to us is his birth, for Epiphany is manifestation.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.

I am a little world made cunningly.