There is a cunning which we in England call "the turning of the cat" in the pan; which is, when that which a man says to another, he says it as if another had said it to him.

Since custom is the principal magistrate of man's life, let men by all means endeavor to obtain good customs.

There is no secrecy comparable to celerity.

Those herbs which perfume the air most delightfully, not passed by as the rest, but, being trodden upon and crushed, are three; that is, burnet, wild thyme and watermints. Therefore, you are to set whole alleys of them, to have the pleasure when you walk or tread.

If a man's wit be wandering, let him study the mathematics; for in demonstrations, if his wit be called away never so little, he must begin again.

Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.

Our humanity is a poor thing, except for the divinity that stirs within us.