To be content with death may be better than to desire it.

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

Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

Think not thy time short in this world, since the world itself is not long. The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity, and a short interposition, for a time, between such a state of duration as was before it and may be after it.

Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.

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

I believe the world grows near its end, yet is neither old nor decayed, nor will ever perish upon the ruins of its own principles.