Wicked is not much worse than indiscreet.

Women are like the arts, forced unto none, Open to all searchers, unprized, if unknown.

The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.

Who are a little wise, the best fools be.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

Any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by it and made fit for God.

He was the Word, that spake it: He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it.

All mankind is of one Author, and in one volume; when one Man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every Chapter must be so translated.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.