Out of monuments, names, words proverbs ...and the like, we do save and recover somewhat from the deluge of time.

A bad man is worse when he pretends to be a saint.

The speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.

What is truth? said jesting Pilate; and would not stay for an answer.

Nor is mine a trumpet which summons and excites men to cut each other to pieces with mutual contradictions, or to quarrel and fight with one another; but rather to make peace between themselves, and turning with united forces against the Nature of Things

A principal fruit of friendship, is the ease and discharge of the fullness and swellings of the heart, which passions of all kinds do cause and induce.

The human understanding, from its peculiar nature, easily supposes a greater degree of order and equality in things than it really finds.