It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.

I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.

There is hook in every benefit, that sticks in his jaws that takes that benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will.

There is nothing that God hath established in a constant course of nature, and which therefore is done every day, but would seem a Miracle, and exercise our admiration, if it were done but once.

As peace is of all goodness, so war is an emblem, a hieroglyphic, of all misery.

Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you.

ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee