I Believe The World Grows Near Its

Be Able To Be Alone. Lose Not The Advantage Of Solitude.

To Call Ourselves A Microcosme, Or Little World, I Thought It Onely A Pleasant Trope Of Rhetorick, Till My Neare Judgement And Second Thoughts Told Me There Was A Reall Truth Therein: For First Wee Are A Rude Masse, And In The Ranke Of Creatures, Which Only Are, And Have A Dull Kinde Of Being Not Yet Priviledged With Life, Or Preferred To Sense Or Reason; Next We Live The Life Of Plants, The Life Of Animals, The Life Of Men, And At Last The Life Of Spirits, Running On In One Mysterious Nature Those Five Kinds Of Existence, Which Comprehend The Creatures Not Onely Of World, But Of The Universe.

Nor Do They Speak Properly Who Say That Time Consumeth All Things; For Time Is Not Effective, Nor Are Bodies Destroyed By It.

Natura Nihil Agit Frustra [nature Does Nothing In Vain] Is The Only Indisputible Axiom In Philosophy. There Are No Grotesques In Nature; Not Any Thing Framed To Fill Up Empty Cantons, And Unncecessary Spaces.

Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave.