It is we that are blind, not fortune.

To make an end of all things on Earth, and our Planetical System of the World, he (God) need but put out the Sun.

Think it more satisfactory to live richly than die rich.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in; I feel sometimes a hell within myself.

I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.

Be deaf unto the suggestions of tale-bearers, calumniators, pick-thank or malevolent detractors, who, while quiet men sleep, sowing the tares of discord and division, distract the tranquillity of charity and all friendly society. These are the tongues that set the world on fire--cankerers of reputation, and, like that of Jonah's gourd, wither a good name in a single night.

I have tried if I could reach that great resolution . . . to be honest without a thought of Heaven or Hell.