Anger [is], according to some, a transient hatred, or at least very…

[W]onder is from surprise; and surprise ceases upon experience.

For he that is a good man, is three quarters of his way towards the being a good Christian, wheresoever he lives, or whatsoever he is called.

An Aristotle was but the rubbish of an Adam, and Athens but the Rudiments of Paradise.

Innocence is like polished armour; it adorns, and it defends.

Truth itself shall lose its credit, if delivered by a person that has none.

[H]e that despairs limits an infinite power to a finite apprehension, and measures Providence by his own little contracted model.