While life is in your body, you have the rein of all thoughts in your hands.

The end of doubt is the beginning of repose.

He loves but lightly who his love can tell.

Often have I wondered with much curiosity as to our coming into this world and what will follow our departure.

I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.

Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.

Gold, silver, jewels, purple garments, houses built of marble, groomed estates, pious paintings, caparisoned steeds, and other things of this kind offer a mutable and superficial pleasure; books give delight to the very marrow of one's bones. They speak to us, consult with us, and join with us in a living and intense intimacy.