I envy no man that knows more than myself, but pity them that know less.

To call ourselves a Microcosme, or little world, I thought it onely a pleasant trope of Rhetorick, till my neare judgement and second thoughts told me there was a reall truth therein: for first wee are a rude masse, and in the ranke of creatures, which only are, and have a dull kinde of being not yet priviledged with life, or preferred to sense or reason; next we live the life of plants, the life of animals, the life of men, and at last the life of spirits, running on in one mysterious nature those five kinds of existence, which comprehend the creatures not onely of world, but of the Universe.

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.

Forcible ways make not an end of evil, but leave hatred and malice behind them.

Life is a pure flame and we live by an invisible sun within us.

Gardens were before gardeners, and but some hours after the earth.

Quotation mistakes, inadvertency, expedition, and human lapses, may make not only moles but warts in learned authors.