Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

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

Doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is.

I am a little world made cunningly.

Great sorrows cannot speak.

Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.

I observe the physician with the same diligence as the disease.