He loves but lightly who his love can tell.

Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.

Books have led some to learning and others to madness.

I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.

I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.

It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.

Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.