Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
Of all the commentaries on the Scriptures, good examples are the best.
What if this present were the world's last night?
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.
God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a straw in a straw.
Friends are ourselves.
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere
In heaven it is always autumn.
Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys.
Nothing but man of all envenomed things, doth work upon itself, with inborn stings.
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
Death, thou shalt die.
I am a little world made cunningly.
Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Without outward declarations, who can conclude an inward love?
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.
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.
There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period.
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