The path to paradise begins in hell.

He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

He tells his reader that writings should be expounded in four senses. The first.

He loves but little who can say and count in words how much he loves.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.

He who best discerns the worth of time is most distressed whenever time is lost.