It is better to feel repentance, than to be able to define it.

Old custom is hard to break and scarce any man will be led otherwise than seemeth good unto himself.

The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.

Few spirits are made better by the pain and languor of sickness; as few great pilgrims become eminent saints.

All earthly joy begins pleasantly, but at the end it gnaws and kills.

It carries a burden which is no burden; it will not be kept back by anything low and mean; it desires to be free from all wordly affections, and not to be entangled by any outward prosperity, or by any adversity subdued.

Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength.... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.