Surely there are in everyone's life certain connections, twists and turns which pass awhile under the category of Chance, but at the last, well examined, prove to be the very Hand of God.

The man without a navel still lives in me.

(Death is) A leap into the dark.

The long habit of living indisposeth us for dying.

The heart of man is the place the devil dwells in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.

There is surely a piece of Divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage to the sun.

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

No man can justly censure or condemn another, because indeed no man truly knows another.

Lord deliver me from myself.

We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.