Virtues go ever in troops; they go so thick, that sometimes some are hid in the crowd; which yet are, but appear not.

He that taketh his own cares upon himself loads himself in vain with an uneasy burden. I will cast all my cares on God; He hath bidden me; they cannot burden Him.

How apt nature is, even in those who profess an eminence in holiness, to raise and maintain animosities against those whose calling or person they pretend to find cause to dislike!

Our good purposes foreslowed are become our tormentors upon our deathbed.

It is not sin that kills the soul, but impenitence.

Not only commission makes a sin. A man is guilty of all those sins he hateth not. If I cannot avoid all, yet I will hate all.

[W]e all lie down in our bed of earth as sure to wake as ever we can be to shut our eyes.