For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.

I am not so much afraid of death, as ashamed thereof, 'tis the very disgrace and ignominy of our natures.

Tis hard to find a whole age to imitate, or what century to propose for example.

Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

And surely, he that hath taken the true Altitude of Things, and rightly calculated the degenerate state of this Age, is not like to envy those that shall live in the next, much less three or four hundred Years hence, when no Man can comfortably imagine what Face this World will carry.

How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?