An anthology is like all the plums and orange peel picked out of a cake.

Whosoever in writing a modern history shall follow the truth too near the heels it may haply strike out his teeth.

There never was a man of solid understanding, whose apprehensions are sober, and by a pensive inspection advised, but that he hath found by an irresistible necessity one true God and everlasting being.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Talking much is a sign of vanity, for the one who is lavish with words is cheap in deeds.

O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hath cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet!

Our immortal souls, while righteous, are by God himself beautified with the title of his own image and similitude.