Life is a pure flame and we live by an invisible sun within us.

Let the fruition of things bless the possession of them, and take no satisfaction in dying but living rich.

Men have lost their reason in nothing so much as their religion, wherein stones and clouts make martyrs.

There is no such thing as solitude, nor anything that can be said to be alone and by itself but God, who is His own circle, and can subsist by Himself.

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.

Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line ure hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the Art of God.

I envy no man that knows more than myself, but pity them that know less.