Your enjoyment of the world is never right, till every morning you awake in Heaven: see yourself in your Father's palace; and look upon the skies, the earth, and the air as celestial joys: having such a reverend esteem of all, as if you were among the angels.

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

An empty book is like an Infant's soul, in which anything may be written.

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

The world is a mirror of infinite beauty, yet no man sees it.

You are as prone to love as the sun is to shine; it being the most delightful and natural employment of the soul of humans.

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