To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.

The pen is the tongue of the mind.

Now blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep. It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak.

A knowledge of thyself will preserve thee from vanity.

She who desires to see, desires also to be seen.

When the head aches, all the members partake of the pain.

Heaven's help is better than early rising.