We usually say of ancient persons, that they have already one foot in the grave, and the rest of their life is nothing else but the bringing of these feet together.

They which have no hope of a life to come, may extend their griefs for the loss of this, and equal the days of their mourning with the years of the life of man.

Love is of that excellent nature, that it is esteemed by the best of men, and accepted from the meanest persons; what then is the affection of a Father!

Blessing is the soveraign act of God, and the power of benediction like the power of God.

Vulgar and common persons, as they carry nothing out of this world, so they leave nothing in it: they receive no eminency in their birth, they acquire none in their life, they have none when...

The crafty person is always in danger; and when they think they walk in the dark, all their pretenses are transparent.

Secondly, reflect upon that love and entire affection which you have lost; and could no otherwise be lost, but by losing him, in whom it lived.

The art of using deceit and cunning grow continually weaker and less effective to the user.

What reason then can we produce, that the life of a man whom we esteem, should be sorrow to himself, and his death be grief to us?

Zeal is fit for wise men, but flourishes chiefly among fools.

Thirdly, Death is nothing else but a change of a short and temporary for an unalterable and eternal condition.

Sincerity is like traveling on a plain, beaten road, which commonly brings a man sooner to his journey’s end than by-ways, in which men often lose themselves.

The occasion of this sadness is expressed in a word, but must be considered in many more, as being the principal concernment both of the Text and Time.

Some who are far from atheists, may make themselves merry with that conceit of thousands of spirits dancing at once upon a needle’s point.

By the God of thy Father who shall help thee, and by the Almighty, who shall bless thee with blessings of heaven above, blessings of the deep that lieth under, blessings of the breasts and...

The true knowledge or science which exists nowhere but in the mind itself, has no other entity at all besides intelligibility; and therefore whatsoever is clearly intelligible, is absolutely true.

In this the similitude is so great, that there is no difference in the nature of the love produced, and that which did produce it.

Sense is a line, the mind is a circle. Sense is like a line which is the flux of a point running out from itself, but intellect like a circle that keeps within itself.

Great was the name of Abraham, but all his Sons were not accepted; only Isaac was in the Covenant.

Knowledge is not a passion from without the mind, but an active exertion of the inward strength, vigour and power of the mind, displaying itself from within.