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

Earthly greatness is a nice thing, and requires so much chariness in the managing, as the contentment of it cannot requite.

Not to be afflicted is a sign of weakness; for, therefore God imposeth no more on me, because He sees I can bear no more.

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

What I have done is worthy of nothing but silence and forgetfulness, but what God has done for me is worthy of everlasting and thankful memory.

Try to be of some use to others.

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