I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without conjunction, or that we were any way to perpetuate the world without this trivial and vulgar way of coition; it is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

There are wonders in true affection. It is a body of enigmas, mysteries, and riddles, wherein two so become one, as they both become two.

Be substantially great in thyself, and more than thou appearest unto others.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell within myself.

The discourses of the table among true loving friends are held in strict silence.

A wise man is out of the reach of fortune.