They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.

Where might is mixed with wit, there is too good an accord in a government.

I plucke up the goodlie greene herbes of sentences by pruning, eat them by reading, chawe them by musing, and laie them up at length in the hie seate of memorie by gathering them together; that I, having tasted the sweetenes, l may the lesse perceave the bitternes of this miserable life.

[On being told Mary, Queen of Scots, was taller than she:] Then she is too high, for I myself am neither too high nor too low.

They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.

There is small disproportion betwixt a fool who useth not wit because he hath it not and him that useth it not when it should avail him.

When we hang on to resentments, we poison ourselves. As compulsive overeaters, we cannot afford resentment, since it exacerbates our disease.