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.

I want you to see me naked and performing one or two dozen mad acts, which will take me less than half an hour, because if you have seen them with your own eyes, you can safely swear to any others you might wish to add.

Every one in his own house and God in all of them.

Experience is the universal mother of sciences.

It is better that a judge should lean on the side of compassion than severity.

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

I do not believe that the Good Lord plays dice.