The worth of a book is a matter of expressed juices.

Hope is the best part of our riches. What sufficeth it that we have the wealth of the Indies in our pockets, if we have not the hope of heaven in our souls?

Men, like musical instruments, seem made to be played upon.

Marriage, by making us more contented, causes us often to be less enterprising.

Can that which is the greatest virtue in philosophy, doubt (called by Galileo the father of invention), be in religion what the priests term it, the greatest of sins?

We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.

Neither love nor ambition, as it has often been shown, can brook a division of its empire in the heart.