As for those wingy mysteries in divinity, and airy subtleties in religion, which have unhinged the brains of better heads, they never stretched the pia mater of mine; methinks there be not impossibilities enough in Religion for an active faith.

There is something in us that can be without us, and will be after us, though indeed it hath no history of what it was before us, and cannot tell how it entered into us.

Women do most delight in revenge.

Light is the shadow of God.

There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

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.

Age doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.