“There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.”

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.

All things are ready, if our mind be so.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.

Grief makes one hour ten.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

Though she be but little, she is fierce!

Well, honor is the subject of my story.

Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.

We know what we are, but not what we may be.

Expectation is the root of all heartache.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume.

With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.

You can’t comfort the afflicted with afflicting the comfortable.

No sin, no matter how momentarily pleasurable, comforting, or habitual, is worth missing what God has for us.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

I get really afraid of those little comforts, those things that make us feel like we did something great, because I’ve done nothing. I’ve done nothing. I mean that sincerely.

Sanity is a cozy lie.

Most people are afraid of change, but if you look at it as something you can always count on, then it can be a comfort.

Before anything great is really achieved, your comfort zone must be disturbed.

The bourgeois prefers comfort to pleasure, convenience to liberty, and a pleasant temperature to the deathly inner consuming fire.