Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick; but I that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so; and considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.

I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.

Light is but the shadow of God.

Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line ure hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the Art of God.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million faces, there should be none alike.

Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.