“Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”

Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity

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.

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