Lucius Arruntius killed himself, he said, to escape both the future and the past.

If faces were not alike, we could not distinguish men from beasts; if they were not different, we could not tell one man from another.

There is nothing useless in nature; not even uselessness itself

I must use these great men's virtues as a cloak for my weakness.

I have never known a greater miracle, or monster, than myself.

There is no passion that so much transports men from their right judgments as anger. No one would demur upon punishing a judge with death who should condemn a criminal upon the account of his own choler; why then should fathers and pedants be any more allowed to whip and chastise children in their anger? It is then no longer correction bat revenge. Chastisement is instead of physic to children; and should we suffer a physician who should be animated against and enraged at his patient?

Covetousness is both the beginning and the end of the devil's alphabet - the first vice in corrupt nature that moves, and the last which dies.