“I put for a general inclination of all mankind, a perpetual and restless desire of power, that ceases only in death.”

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.

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.

Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life.

Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.

Conservatives want live babies so they can train them to be dead soldiers.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.

I choose not to make a graveyard of my body for the rotting corpses of dead animals.