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.

There is no man alone, because every man is a Microcosm, and carries the whole world about him.

I envy no man that knows more than myself, but pity them that know less.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell within myself.

I believe the world grows near its end, yet is neither old nor decayed, nor will ever perish upon the ruins of its own principles.

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

I would not live over my hours past ... not unto Cicero's ground because I have lived them well, but for fear I should live them worse.