There is no health; physicians say that we, at best, enjoy but neutrality.
Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?
He that desires to print a book, should much more desire, to be a book.
I shall die reading; since my book and a grave are so near.
That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.