Westward, beyond the still pleasant, but, even then, no longer solitary, hamlet of Charing, a broad space, broken here and there by scattered houses and venerable pollards, in the early spring of 1467, presented the rural scene for the sports and pastimes of the inhabitants of Westminister and London.

Say what we will, we may be sure that ambition is an error. Its wear and tear on the heart are never recompensed.

The Almighty proves his existence by creating.

We cannot of ourselves estimate the degree of our success in what we strive for.

Business first, then pleasure.

The faults of a brilliant writer are never dangerous on the long run; a thousand people read his work who would read no other; inquiry is directed to each of his doctrines; it is soon discovered what is sound and what is false; the sound become maxims, and the false beacons.

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.