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

For my part, I have ever believed, and do now know, that there are witches.

I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without conjunction, or that we were any way to perpetuate the world without this trivial and vulgar way of coition; it is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life.

Should your riches increase, let your mind keep pace with them.

We all labour against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.

A man is never alone, not only because he is with himself and his own thoughts, but because he is with the Devil, who ever consorts with our solitude.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.