“In heaven it is always autumn.”

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.

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

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.

I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.