The man who fears no truths has nothing to fear from lies.

Vain-glorious men are the scorn of the wise, the admiration of fools, the idols of paradise, and the slaves of their own vaunts.

The men of experiment are like the ant, they only collect and use; the reasoners resemble spiders, who make cobwebs out of their own substance. But the bee takes the middle course, it gathers its material from the flowers of the garden and field, but transforms and digests it by a power of its own.

Riches are a good hand maiden, but a poor mistress.

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

That things are changed, and that nothing really perishes, and that the sum of matter remains exactly the same, is sufficiently certain.

Wounds cannot be cured without searching.