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

I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den?

God affords no man the comfort, the false comfort of Atheism: He will not allow a pretending Atheist the power to flatter himself, so far, as to seriously think there is no God.

Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

To roam Giddily, and be everywhere but at home, Such freedom doth a banishment become.