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.

There is no man alone, because every man is a Microcosm, and carries the whole world about him.

I cannot tell by what logic we call a toad, a bear, or an elephant ugly; they being created in those outward shapes and figures which best express the actions of their inward forms.

Do the devils lie? No; for then even hell could not subsist.

I have often admired the mystical way of Pythagoras, and the secret magick of numbers.

The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.