“If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.”

True joy is the earnest which we have of heaven, it is the treasure of the soul, and therefore should be laid in a safe place, and nothing in this world is safe to place it in.

O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.

No man is an island unto himself.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

In the first minute that my soul is infused, the Image of God is imprinted in my soul; so forward is God in my behalf, and so early does he visit me.

Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.

Our two souls therefore which are one, Though I must go, endure not yet A breach, but an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat.

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Love’s mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.

I shall not live ’till I see God; and when I have seen Him, I shall never die.

Be more than man, or thou’rt less than an ant.

Poetry is a counterfeit creation, and makes things that are not, as though they were.

Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

In heaven it is always autumn.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Fans always tell me I’m beautiful, but no one will ever be as beautiful as them

Erykah Badu – she’s timeless, that’s my second mom.

May I ask your name, my lady? Or perhaps angels have no names, only beautiful faces.

The sadness in her eyes was more beautiful than any sunrise.

Every year we celebrate the holy season of Advent, O God. Every year we pray those beautiful prayers of longing and waiting, and sing those lovely songs of hope and promise.

It was supposed to be gross, and now it’s gorgeous.

They’re like lips, they’re like noses, they’re like eyeballs, you should be able to have them out all the time if you want. Nipples are beautiful things, don’t hide them.

They who pray with faith have fervour and fervour is the fire of prayer. This mysterious fire has the power of consuming all our faults and imperfections, and of giving to our actions, vitality, beauty and merit.