“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.”

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

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.

War consisteth not in battle only, or the act of fighting but in a tract of time,wherein the will to contend by battle is sufficiently known.

Knowledge is power.

Desire, to know why, and how, curiosity; such as is in no living creature but man

If I read as many books as most men do, I would be as dull-witted as they are.

Words are the counters of wise men, and the money of fools.

The secret thoughts of a man run over all things, holy, profane, clean, obscene, grave, and light, without shame or blame.

Fact be virtuous, or vicious, as Fortune pleaseth.

For grief is felt not so much for the want of what we have never known, as for the loss of that to which we have been long accustomed.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

Make space to feel both grief and gratitude.

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.

To weep is to make less the depth of grief.

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

There is no space wider than that of grief.

I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other’s arms.