If there be any among those common objects of hatred I do contemn and laugh at, it is that great enemy of reason, virtue, and religion, the multitude; that numerous piece of monstrosity, which, taken asunder, seem men, and the reasonable creatures of God, but, confused together, make but one great beast, and a monstrosity more prodigious than Hydra.

Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick; but I that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so; and considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.

Be Charitable before wealth make thee covetous, and loose not the glory of the Mite.

Charity But how shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves? Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world; yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.

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

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.