Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner.

But man is a Noble Animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing Nativities and Deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting Ceremonies of Bravery, in the infamy of his nature. Life is a pure flame, and we live by an invisible Sun within us.

There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

Think before you act; think twice before you speak.

As sins proceed they ever multiply, and like figures in arithmetic, the last stands for more than all that wert before it.

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.