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.

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.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

No one should approach the temple of science with the soul of a money changer.

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.