But the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books, exempted from the wrong of time, and capable of perpetual renovation.

For it is most true that a natural and secret hatred and aversation towards society in any man, hath somewhat of the savage beast.

Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

Aristotle... a mere bond-servant to his logic, thereby rendering it contentious and well nigh useless.

Nothing is more pleasant to the eye than green grass kept finely shorn.

But the greatest error of all the rest is the mistaking or misplacing of the last or farthest end of knowledge: for men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight; sometimes for ornament and reputation; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction; and most times for lucre and profession; and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason, to the benefit and use of men.

Nothing is terrible except fear itself.