True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in the worth and choice.
Well, I will scourge those apes, And to these courteous eyes oppose a mirror, As large as is the stage whereon we act; Where they shall see the time's deformity Anatomised in every nerve, and sinew, With constant courage, and contempt of fear.
The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.
My thoughts and I were of another world.
Folly often goes beyond her bounds, but impudence knows none.
I know no disease of the soul but ignorance, a pernicious evil, the darkener of man's life, the disturber of his reason, and common confounder of truth.