If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

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

I am a little world made cunningly.

Men perish with whispering sins-nay, with silent sins, sins that never tell the conscience that they are sins, as often with crying sins; and in hell there shall meet as many men that never thought what was sin, as that spent all their thoughts in the compassing of sin.

He must pull out his own eyes, and see no creature, before he can say, he sees no God; He must be no man, and quench his reasonable soul, before he can say to himself, there is no God.

When one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language.

It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.