Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, the mere materials with which wisdom builds, till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much; wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet.

Absence of occupation is not rest.

We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.

The Spirit breathes upon the Word and brings the truth to sight.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.