The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.
There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning may be confident of no end.
Study prophecies when they are become histories.
I cannot tell by what logic we call a toad, a bear, or an elephant ugly; they being created in those outward shapes and figures which best express the actions of their inward forms.
We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.