I have often thought upon death, and I find it the least of all evils.

The genius of any single man can no more equal learning, than a private purse hold way with the exchequer.

The mold of our fortunes is in our own hands.

Again men have been kept back as by a kind of enchantment from progress in science by reverence for antiquity, by the authority of men counted great in philosophy, and then by general consent.

There is nothing makes a man suspect much, more than to know little, and therefore men should remedy suspicion by procuring to know more, and not keep their suspicions in smother.

I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death.

The human understanding is moved by those things most which strike and enter the mind simultaneously and suddenly, and so fill the imagination; and then it feigns and supposes all other things to be somehow, though it cannot see how, similar to those few things by which it is surrounded.