Friends are ourselves.

The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.

Man is not only a contributory creature, but a total creature; he does not only make one, but he is all; he is not a piece of the world, but the world itself, and next to the glory of God, the reason why there is a world.

Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?

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.

To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.

Festive alcohol sometimes leads to an excess of honesty.