That some have never dreamed is as improbable as that some have never laughed.

There is musick, even in the beauty and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument.

There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.

Content may dwell in all stations. To be low but above contempt may be high enough to be happy.

I believe the world grows near its end, yet is neither old nor decayed, nor will ever perish upon the ruins of its own principles.

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

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.