I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof, 'tis the very disgrace and ignominy of our natures.
Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.
Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.
The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.
They that endeavour to abolish vice destroy also virtue, for contraries, though they destroy one another, are yet the life of one another.
The created World is but a small Parenthesis in Eternity.