Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell >From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.

He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.

The pious and just honoring of ourselves may be thought the fountainhead from whence every laudable and worthy enterprise issues forth.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.