Force may make hypocrites, but it can never make converts.

Haste makes work which caution prevents.

Let us then try what Love will do: For if Men do once see we love them, we should soon find they would not harm us.

We are apt to love praise, but not deserve it. But if we would deserve it, we must love virtue more than that.

Religion is nothing else but love of God and man.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free as well as pure. This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

It is the difference betwixt lust and love that this is fixed, that volatile. Love grows, lust wastes by enjoyment.