We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.

Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.

We censure others but as they disagree from that humor which we fancy laudable in ourselves, and commend others but for that wherein they seem to quadrate and consent with us.

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

To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without injury to our expectations in the advent of the last day, were a contradiction to our belief.

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.

I intend no Monopoly, but a Community in Learning; I study not for my own sake only, but for theirs that study not for themselves.