Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.

Guilt's a terrible thing.

Whosoever loves not picture is injurious to truth, and all the wisdom of poetry. Picture is the invention of heaven, the most ancient and most akin to nature. It is itself a silent work, and always one and the same habit.

Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.

Heaven prepares good men with crosses; but no ill can happen to a good man.

True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.