There are wonders in true affection. It is a body of enigmas, mysteries, and riddles, wherein two so become one, as they both become two.

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

To extend our memories by monuments, whose death we daily pray for, and whose duration we cannot hope, without injury to our expectations in the advent of the last day, were a contradiction to our belief.

Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.

I can cure the gout or stone in some, sooner than Divinity, Pride, or Avarice in others.

All the wonders you seek are within yourself.