Had not almost every man suffered by the Press, or were not the tyranny thereof become universal, I had not wanted reason for complaint.

A man is never alone, not only because he is with himself and his own thoughts, but because he is with the Devil, who ever consorts with our solitude.

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

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

The discourses of the table among true loving friends are held in strict silence.

The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.

There is no such thing as solitude, nor anything that can be said to be alone and by itself but God, who is His own circle, and can subsist by Himself.