With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

Whosoever enjoys not this life, I count him but an apparition, though he wear about him the sensible affections of flesh. In these moral acceptions, the way to be immortal is to die daily.

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

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

I could never divide myself from any man upon the difference of an opinion, or be angry with his judgment for not agreeing with me in that from which perhaps within a few days I should dissent myself.

Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line ure hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the Art of God.

We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.