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

The religion of one seems madness unto another.

How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?

I can hardly thinke there was any scared into Heaven; they go the surest way to Heaven who would serve God without a Hell; other Mercenaries, that crouch unto Him in feare of Hell, though they terme themselves servants, are indeed but the slaves of the Almighty.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

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

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.