I did best when I had least truth for my subjects.
Solitude is a torment which is not threatened in hell itself.
Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right, By these we reach divinity
The rich have no more of the kingdom of heaven than they have purchased of the poor by their alms.
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere