Life in the state of nature is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

As a draft-animal is yoked in a wagon, even so the spirit is yoked in this body

For as to the strength of body, the weakest has strength enough to kill the strongest, either by secret machination or by confederacy with others that are in the same danger with himself

The flesh endures the storms of the present alone; the mind, those of the past and future as well as the present. Gluttony is a lust of the mind.

Words are the counters of wise men, but the money of fools.

The secret thoughts of a man run over all things, holy, profane, clean, obscene, grave, and light, without shame or blame.

I put for the general inclination of all mankind, a perpetual and restless desire of power after power, that ceaseth only in death.