If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.

Religion is not a melancholy, the spirit of God is not a damper.

If I lose at play, I blaspheme; if my fellow loses, he blasphemes. So, God is always the loser.

Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?

But he who loveliness within Hath found, all outward loathes, For he who color loves, and skin, Loves but their oldest clothes.

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

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.