Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

To believe only possibilities is not faith, but mere Philosophy.

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

There is something in us that can be without us, and will be after us, though indeed it hath no history of what it was before us, and cannot tell how it entered into us.

If riches increase, let thy mind hold pace with them; and think it not enough to be liberal, but munificent.