Religion itself is nothing else but Love to God and Man. He that lives in Love lives in God, says the Beloved Disciple: And to be sure a Man can live no where better.

The Remedy often proves worse than the Disease.

The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds, and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.

Much reading is an oppression of the mind, and extinguishes the natural candle, which is the reason of so many senseless scholars in the world.

Anything less than full justice is cruelty.

Death then, being the way and condition of life, we cannot love to live if we cannot bear to die.

My prison shall be my grave before I will budge a jot; for I owe my conscience to no mortal man.