God loves to see his creatures happy; our lawful delight is His; they know not God that think to please Him with making themselves miserable. The idolaters thought it a fit service for Baal to cut and lance themselves; never any holy man looked for thanks from the true God by wronging himself.

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

What fools are we, to be besotted with the love of our own trouble, and to hate our liberty and rest!

How endless is that volume which God hath written of the world! Every creature is a letter, every day a new page.

Try to be of some use to others.

Garments that have once one rent in them are subject to be torn on every nail, and glasses that are once cracked are soon broken; such is man's good name once tainted with just reproach.

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