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.

Nor do they speak properly who say that time consumeth all things; for time is not effective, nor are bodies destroyed by it.

Light is but the shadow of God.

Circles and right lines limit and close all bodies, and the mortal right-lined circle must conclude and shut up all.

I can hardly thinke there was any scared into Heaven; they go the surest way to Heaven who would serve God without a Hell; other Mercenaries, that crouch unto Him in feare of Hell, though they terme themselves servants, are indeed but the slaves of the Almighty.

I am in no way facetious, nor disposed for the mirth and galliardize of company, yet in one dream I can compose a whole Comedy, behold the action, apprehend the jests, and laugh myself awake at the conceits thereof.

As sins proceed they ever multiply, and like figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that wert before it.