“Fear of things invisible is the natural seed of that which every one in himself calleth religion.”

Life is nasty, brutish, and short.

Every time reason stands against the human, the human will stand against the reason.

Nor can a man any more live, whose Desires are at an end, than he, whose Senses and Imaginations are at a stand.

It’s not the pace of life I mind. It’s the sudden stop at the end.

liberty, to define it, is nothing other than the absence of impediments to motion

For prudence is but experience, which equal time equally bestows on all men in those things they equally apply themselves unto.

God put me on this Earth to accomplish a certain number of things. Right now I’m so far behind that I’ll never die

Where shall I turn, what shall I do?’ are the voices of people grieving. Idleness is torture. In all times and places, nature abhors a vacuum.

It is in the laws of a commonwealth, as in the laws of gaming: Whatsoever the gamesters all agree on, is an injustice to none of them.

A man’s conscience and his judgment are the same thing, and, as the judgment, so also the conscience may be erroneous”

The Value, or Worth of a man, is as of all other things, his Price; that is to say, so much as would be given for the use of his Power.

The Conscience is a thousand witnesses.

Concerning the first, there is a saying much usurped of late, That Wisedome is acquired, not by reading of Books, but of Men.

whatsoever a man does against his conscience, is sin.

Life itself is but Motion, and can never be without Desire, nor without Feare, no more than without Sense.

Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.

Openness doesn’t come from resisting our fears but rather from getting to know them well.

What we fear doing most is usually what we most need to do.

When we relax about imperfection, we no longer lose our life moments in the pursuit of being different and in the fear of what is wrong.

We can’t live in a place of fear.

And if sun comes how shall we greet him? shall we not dread him, shall we not fear him after so lengthy a session with shade?

O innocence, how glorious and happy a portion art thou to the breast that possesses thee! thou fearest neither the eyes nor the tongues of men. Truth, the most powerful of all things, is thy strongest friend; and the brighter the light is in which thou art displayed, the more it discovers thy transcendent beauties.

I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love.

Ghosting is an expression of extreme anxiety and fear of intimacy. As much as it hurts to be on the receiving end, please know it was never about you.