Love grows. Lust wastes by Enjoyment, and the Reason is, that one springs from an Union of Souls, and the other from an Union of Sense.

The Humble, Meek, Merciful, Just, Pious and Devout Souls, are everywhere of one religion; and when Death has taken off the Mask, they will know one another, though the divers Liveries they wear here make them Strangers.

Love is the hardest lesson in Christianity; but, for that reason, it should be most our care to learn it.

The more the marbles wastes, the more the statue grows.

Sexes make no Difference; since in Souls there is none: And they are the Subjects of Friendship.

Friendship . . . is an Union of Spirits, a Marriage of Hearts, and the Bond thereof Vertue.