I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.
I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof, 'tis the very disgrace and ignominy of our natures.
We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest.
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.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.