He hath great neede of a foole, that plaies the foole himselfe.

Science stands, a too competant servant, behind her wrangling underbred masters, holding out resources, devices, and remedies they are too stupid to use. ... And on its material side, a modern Utopia must needs present these gifts as taken.

God oft hath a great share in a little house.

Gold opens all locks, no lock will hold against the power of gold.

Help thyself, and God will help thee.

Church bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood, The land of spices; something understood.

Ever since we weare cloathes, we know not one another.