Lord deliver me from myself.

To me avarice seems not so much a vice as a deplorable piece of madness.

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

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

The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.

A man is never alone, not only because he is with himself and his own thoughts, but because he is with the Devil, who ever consorts with our solitude.

We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.