As with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring out.

A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye.

To observations which ourselves we make, we grow more partial for th' observer's sake.