Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last.
Life is an incurable disease.
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
The world’s a scene of changes, and to be constant, in nature were inconstancy.
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
This only grant me, that my means may lie too low for envy, for contempt too high.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Hope! of all ills that men endure, the only cheap and universal cure.
His faith perhaps in some nice tenets might be wrong; his life, I’m sure, was always in the right.