... whoever believes anything esteems that it is a work of charity to persuade another of it.

One should always have one's boots on and be ready to leave.

Vice leaves repentance in the soul, like an ulcer in the flesh, which is always scratching and lacerating itself; for reason effaces all other griefs and sorrows, but it begets that of repentance.

~The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them ~

There is no passion so much transports the sincerity of judgment as doth anger

The continuous work of our life is to build death.

We are nothing but ceremony; ceremony carries us away, and we leave the substance of things; we hang on to the branches and abandon the trunk and body.