If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves.

The most regular and most perfect soul in the world has but too much to do to keep itself upright from being overthrown by its own weakness.

Whoever will be cured of ignorance, let him confess it.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether she is not amusing herself with me more than I with her.

He that first likened glory to a shadow did better than he was aware of. They are both of them things excellently vain. Glory also, like a shadow, goes sometimes before the body, and sometimes in length infinitely exceeds it.

I find no quality so easy for a man to counterfeit as devotion, though his life and manner are not conformable to it; the essence of it is abstruse and occult, but the appearances easy and showy.

Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.