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

He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.

It is we that are blind, not fortune; because our eye is too dim to discern the mystery of her effects, we foolishly paint her blind, and hoodwink the providence of the Almighty.

That some have never dreamed is as improbable as that some have never laughed.

Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line ure hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the Art of God.

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.

I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof, 'tis the very disgrace and ignominy of our natures.