“The happy placeImparts to thee no happiness, no joy --Rather inflames thy torment, representingLost bliss, to thee no more communicable;So never more in Hell than when in Heaven.”

“If ever two were one, then surely we.If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;If ever wife was happy in a man,Compare with me, ye women, if you canI prize thy love more than whole mines of Gold.Or all the riches that the East doth hold.My love is such that rivers cannot quench,Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense.Thy love is such I can no way repay,The heavens reward thee manifold repay,Then while we live, in love let's so persevereThat when we live no more, we may live ever.”

“Let thy fortune be what it will, 'tis thy mind alone that makes thee poor or rich, miserable or happy.”

“The happy life is this - to rejoice to thee, in thee, and for thee.”

“You and I cannot really expect to glide through life . . . naively petitioning, 'Lord, give me experience but not grief, a deeper appreciation of happiness but not deeper sorrow, joy in comfort but not in pain, more capacity to overcome but not more opposition; and please do not let me ever feel perplexed while on thy errand. Then let me come quickly and dwell with thee and fully share thy joy.”

“Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more.”