The study of nature with a view to works is engaged in by the mechanic, the mathematician, the physician, the alchemist, and the magician; but by all as things now are with slight endeavour and scanty success.

It is impossible to love and to be wise.

It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everybody else, and still unknown to himself.

Nothing is terrible except fear itself.

Love and envy make a man pine, which other affections do not, because they are not so continual.

A forbidden writing is thought to be a certain spark of truth, that flies up in the face of them who seek to tread it out.

Men suppose their reason has command over their words; still it happens that words in return exercise authority on reason