When Fortune smiles, I smile to think how quickly she will frown.

My mind to me an empire is.

God gave Himself to you: give yourself to God.

Where sin was hatch'd, let tears now wash the nest, Where life was lost, recover life with cries.

Hoist up sail while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.

What thought can think, another thought can mend.

The path to Heaven is narrow, rough and full of wearisome and trying ascents, nor can it be trodden without great toil; and therefore wrong is their way, gross their error, and assured their ruin who, after the testimony of so many thousands of saints, will not learn where to settle their footing.