William Shakespeare

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

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

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.

Ignorance is the curse of God knowledge is the wing wherewith we fly to heaven.