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

Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.

To believe only possibilities is not faith, but mere Philosophy.

Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years.

There is music wherever there is harmony, order and proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres; for those well ordered motions, and regular paces, though they give no sound unto the ear, yet to the understanding they strike a note most full of harmony.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude.

Yes, even amongst wiser militants, how many wounds have been given, and credits slain, for the poor victory of an opinion, or beggarly conquest of a distinction.