Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.
The noblest works and foundations have proceeded from childless men, which have sought to express the images of their minds where those of their bodies have failed.
Nothing is to be feared but fear itself. Nothing grievous but to yield to grief.
What is truth? said jesting Pilate; and would not stay for an answer.
I loathe my own face, and I've done self-portraits because I've had nobody else to do.
I knew a wise man that had it for a by-word, when he saw men hasten to a conclusion, "Stay a little, that we may make an end the sooner."