Thy face is mine eye, and mine is thine.
Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!
A mathematical point is the most indivisble and unique thing which art can present.
Between cowardice and despair, valour is gendred.
Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.
It is too little to call man a little world; Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing.