(Death is) A leap into the dark.

Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.

For my part, I have ever believed, and do now know, that there are witches.

Who knows whether the best of men be known? or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?

Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.

There is no such thing as solitude, nor anything that can be said to be alone and by itself but God, who is His own circle, and can subsist by Himself.

Oblivion is not to be hired: The greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the Register of God, not in the record of man.