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

Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world.

There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning may be confident of no end.

We censure others but as they disagree from that humor which we fancy laudable in ourselves, and commend others but for that wherein they seem to quadrate and consent with us.

Not to be content with Life is the unsatisfactory state of those which destroy themselves; who being afraid to live, run blindly upon their own Death, which no Man fears by Experience.

There is a rabble among the gentry as well as the commonalty; a sort of plebeian heads whose fancy moves with the same wheel as these men?in the same level with mechanics, though their fortunes do sometimes gild their infirmities and their purses compound for their follies.

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