We love we know not what, and therefore everything allures us.

To love one person with a private love is poor and miserable: to love all is glorious.

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens and crowned with the stars.

You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine.

Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and kings in sceptres, you never enjoy the world.

An empty book is like an infant's soul, in which anything may be written. It is capable of all things, but containeth nothing. I have a mind to fill this with profitable wonders.

You never know yourself till you know more than your body.