I have tried if I could reach that great resolution . . . to be honest without a thought of Heaven or Hell.

There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.

The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.

Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.

He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.

But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.

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