The man without a navel still lives in me.

To be content with death may be better than to desire it.

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

I can hardly thinke there was any scared into Heaven; they go the surest way to Heaven who would serve God without a Hell; other Mercenaries, that crouch unto Him in feare of Hell, though they terme themselves servants, are indeed but the slaves of the Almighty.

The created World is but a small Parenthesis in Eternity.

The service of love is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life, nor is there anything that will more deject his cool'd imagination, when he shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed.

There is no man alone, because every man is a Microcosm, and carries the whole world about him.