The vices we scoff at in others laugh at us within ourselves

As reason is a rebel to faith, so passion is a rebel to reason.

I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell; but this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell

Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion

A rich man’s joke is always funny

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in

A man may be in as just possession of truth as of a city, and yet be forced to surrender.

What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.

But how shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?- Charity begins at home, is the voice of the world; Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were,...

Study prophecies when they are become histories

The religion of one seems madness unto another

That unextinguishable laugh in heaven

Yet is every man his greatest enemy, and, as it were, his own executioner

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases

He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb’s the Universe

Vice may be had at all prices

Be charitable before wealth makes thee covetous

We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.

Obstinacy in a bad cause is but constancy in a good

We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave

Yet at my devotion I love to use the civility of my knee, my hat, and hand.

It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many millions of faces, there should be none alike

Where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live.

There is no road or ready way to virtue.