I have often admired the mystical way of Pythagoras, and the secret magick of numbers.

Were the happiness of the next world is as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.

By compassion we make others' misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves also.

The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

Things evidently false are not only printed, but many things of truth most falsely set forth.

Men have lost their reason in nothing so much as their religion, wherein stones and clouts make martyrs.