We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

The world, which took six days to make, is likely to take us six thousand years to make out.

There is a rabble among the gentry as well as the commonalty; a sort of plebeian heads whose fancy moves with the same wheel as these men?in the same level with mechanics, though their fortunes do sometimes gild their infirmities and their purses compound for their follies.

I had rather stand the shock of a basilisk than the fury of a merciless pen.

But man is a Noble Animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing Nativities and Deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting Ceremonies of Bravery, in the infamy of his nature. Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

As reason is a rebel to faith, so passion is a rebel to reason.