He who discommendeth others obliquely commendeth himself (Christian morals).

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

To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history.

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.

Age doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

Thus there are two books from whence I collect my Divinity; besides that written one of God, another of his servant Nature, that universal and public Manuscript, that lies expans'd unto the eyes of all; those that never saw him in the one, have discovered him in the other.