On Love:
Love is that liquor sweet and most divine,
Which my God feels as blood; but I, as wine.
(From: The Agony)
On Life:
Life is half spent before we know what it is.
On Death:
Death is still working like a mole, and digs my grave at each remove.
On Worry:
A hundred load of worry will not pay an ounce of debt
On God:
Where there is peace, God is.