The religion of one seems madness unto another.

The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.

A man is never alone, not only because he is with himself and his own thoughts, but because he is with the Devil, who ever consorts with our solitude.

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.

Do the devils lie? No; for then even hell could not subsist.

Men have lost their reason in nothing so much as their religion, wherein stones and clouts make martyrs.

... indeed, what reason may not go to school to the wisdom of bees, ants, and spiders? What wise hand teacheth them to do what reason cannot teach us? Ruder heads stand amazed at those prodigious pieces of nature, whales, elephants, dromedaries, and camels; these, I confess, are the colossuses and majestick pieces of her hand; but in these narrow engines there is more curious mathematieks; and the civility of these little Citizens more neatly sets forth the wisdom of their Maker.