Every man carries the entire form of human condition.

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

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and I was I.

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.

As by some might be saide of me: that here I have but gathered a nosegay of strange floures, and have put nothing of mine unto it, but the thred to binde them. Certes, I have given unto publike opinion, that these borrowed ornaments accompany me; but I meane not they should cover or hide me.

Virtue rejects facility to be her companion. She requires a craggy, rough and thorny way.

Seeing that the Senses cannot decide our dispute, being themselves full of uncertainty, we must have recourse to Reason; there is no reason but must be built upon another reason: so here we are retreating backwards to infinity.