Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair.

What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.