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

Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.

It is we that are blind, not fortune; because our eye is too dim to discern the mystery of her effects, we foolishly paint her blind, and hoodwink the providence of the Almighty.

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

Content may dwell in all stations. To be low but above contempt may be high enough to be happy.

For God is like a skilfull Geometrician.