Light is but the shadow of God.
For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.
I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.
The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in that invisible fabric.
I envy no man that knows more than myself, but pity them that know less.
The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves.