Light is the shadow of God.

Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.

There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

Think not silence the wisdom of fools; but, if rightly timed, the honor of wise men, who have not the infirmity, but the virtue of taciturnity.

To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without injury to our expectations in the advent of the last day, were a contradiction to our belief.

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

I would not live over my hours past ... not unto Cicero's ground because I have lived them well, but for fear I should live them worse.