“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”

Silence is sometimes an argument of Consent.

Fear of power invisible, feigned by the mind, or imagined from tales publicly allowed, is religion; not allowed, superstition.

When all the world is overcharged with inhabitants, then the last remedy of all is war, which provideth for every man, by victory or death.

Give an inch, he’ll take an ell.

That Wisedome is acquired, not by reading of Books, but of Men.

Curiosity is the lust of the mind.

It is many times with a fraudulent Design that men stick their corrupt Doctrine with the Cloves of other mens Wit.

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.

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”

Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or you can sink a dead body.

Let us eat, drink, and love for tomorrow we die, would be in fact the language of reason, the morality of life; and who but a fool would part with a reality for a fleeting shadow?

I don’t want to be a star, merely dying.

Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself.

When someone you love dies you pay for the sin of outliving her with a thousand piercing regrets.

Coroner’s inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn’t been to the seashore in ten years.

Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.

Death is never dangerous. Once death happens, all danger ceases.