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.

Not to be content with Life is the unsatisfactory state of those which destroy themselves; who being afraid to live, run blindly upon their own Death, which no Man fears by Experience.

Affection should not be too sharp eyed, and love is not made by magnifying glasses.

Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.

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.

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

I would not live over my hours past ... not unto Cicero's ground because I have lived them well, but for fear I should live them worse.