There is no man alone, because every man is a Microcosm, and carries the whole world about him.

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.

A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest.

Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick; but I that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so; and considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.

If riches increase, let thy mind hold pace with them; and think it not enough to be liberal, but munificent.

Suicide is not to fear death, but yet to be afraid of life. It is a brave act of valour to contemn death; but when life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valour to dare to live; and herein religion hath taught us a noble example, for all the valiant acts of Curtius, Scarvola, or Codrus, do not parallel or match that one of Job.

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