There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.

Were the happiness of the next world is as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.

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

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.

I would not live over my hours past ... not unto Cicero's ground because I have lived them well, but for fear I should live them worse.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.

There is no royal road or ready way to virtue.