The sense itself was I. I felt no dross or matter in my soul, no brims or borders, such as in a bowl we see. My essence was capacity.

Happiness was not made to be boasted, but enjoyed. Therefore tho others count me miserable, I will not believe them if I know and feel myself to be happy; nor fear them.

As nothing is more easy than to think, so nothing is more difficult than to think well.

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

To think well is to serve God in the interior court.

The sense itself was I. I felt no dross or matter in my soul, no brims or borders, such as in a bowl we see. My essence was capacity.

The Soul is shriveled up and buried in a grave that does not love.