Suspicions amongst thoughts are like bats amongst birds, they ever fly by twilight.

I had rather believe all the fables in the legends and the Talmud and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a mind

The way of fortune is like the milky way in the sky; which is a number of smaller stars, not seen asunder, but giving light together; so it is a number of little and scarce discerned virtues, or rather faculties and customs, that make men fortunate

Cure the disease and kill the patient.

Men suppose their reason has command over their words; still it happens that words in return exercise authority on reason

We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.