Since women do most delight in revenge, it may seem but feminine manhood to be vindictive.

Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death.

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

The man without a navel still lives in me.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

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

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