Do the devils lie? No; for then even hell could not subsist.

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

Miserable men commiserate not themselves; bowelless unto others, and merciless unto their own bowels.

As for those wingy mysteries in divinity, and airy subtleties in religion, which have unhinged the brains of better heads, they never stretched the pia mater of mine; methinks there be not impossibilities enough in Religion for an active faith.

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.

I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.

All things began in Order, so shall they end, and so shall they begin again, according to the Ordainer of Order, and the mystical mathematicks of the City of Heaven.