Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.
I had rather stand the shock of a basilisk than the fury of a merciless pen.
Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
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.
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.