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

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

As he that fears God fears nothing else, so he that sees God sees everything else.

Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.

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.