Let age, not envy, draw wrinkles on thy cheeks.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

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

Life itself is but the shadow of death, and souls departed but the shadows of the living.

To believe only possibilities is not faith, but mere philosophy.

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

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

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

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.