Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.

I shall not live 'till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.

I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.

Sleep is pain's easiest salve

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.

That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity.

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