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.

Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.

To be content with death may be better than to desire it.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

I have often admired the mystical way of Pythagoras, and the secret magick of numbers.

Lord deliver me from myself.

Every Country hath its Machiavel.