The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

I am a little world made cunningly.

Eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period.

Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?