I would not that death should take me asleep. I would not have him merely seize me, and only declare me to be dead, but win me, and overcome me. When I must shipwreck, I would do it in a sea, where mine impotency might have some excuse; not in a sullen weedy lake, where I could not have so much as exercise for my swimming.

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.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.

The sun must not set upon anger, much less will I let the sun set upon the anger of God towards me.

As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.