A wise man is out of the reach of fortune.

Women do most delight in revenge.

Light is the shadow of God.

Were the happiness of the next world is as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living: All things fall under this name. The Sun itself is but the dark simulacrum, and the light but the shadow of God.

If there be any among those common objects of hatred I do contemn and laugh at, it is that great enemy of reason, virtue, and religion, the multitude; that numerous piece of monstrosity, which, taken asunder, seem men, and the reasonable creatures of God, but, confused together, make but one great beast, and a monstrosity more prodigious than Hydra.

With what shift and pains we come into the World we remember not; but 'tis commonly found no easy matter to get out of it.