Flattery is a juggler, and no kin unto sincerity.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.

Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.

Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without conjunction, or that we were any way to perpetuate the world without this trivial and vulgar way of coition; it is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life.

There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning may be confident of no end.

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