Su tiempo en la tierra es nada más que un paréntesis de la eternidad. - Thomas Browne

I could be content that we might procreate like trees, without conjunction, or that there were any way to perpetuate the world without this trivial and vulgar act of coition; It is the foolishest act a wise man commits in all his life, nor is there anything that will more deject his cooled imagination, when he shall consider what an odd and unworthy piece of folly he hath committed.

A man may be in as just possession of Truth as of a
City, and yet bee forced to surrender; 'tis therefore farre better to enjoy her with peace, then to hazzard her on a battell.

A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest.