There is a rabble among the gentry as well as the commonalty; a sort of plebeian heads whose fancy moves with the same wheel as these men?in the same level with mechanics, though their fortunes do sometimes gild their infirmities and their purses compound for their follies.

They do most by Books, who could do much without them, and he that chiefly owes himself unto himself, is the substantial Man.

The created World is but a small Parenthesis in Eternity.

A diamond, which is the hardest of stones, not yielding unto steel, emery or any other thing, is yet made soft by the blood of a goat.

That miracles have been, I do believe; that they may yet be wrought by the living, I do not deny: but have no confidence in those which are fathered on the dead.

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

To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history.