The world, which took six days to make, is likely to take us six thousand years to make out.

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.

Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.

As reason is a rebel to faith, so passion is a rebel to reason.

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.

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

He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.