There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning may be confident of no end.

Praise is a debt we owe unto the virtue of others, and due unto our own from all whom malice hath not made mutes, or envy struck dumb.

Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell within myself.

That miracles have been, I do believe; that they may yet be wrought by the living, I do not deny: but have no confidence in those which are fathered on the dead.

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.