Nothing is terrible except fear itself.

There ought to be gardens for all months in the year, in which, severally, things of beauty may be then in season.

[Science is] the labor and handicraft of the mind.

Seek ye first the good things of the mind, and the rest will either be supplied or its loss will not be felt.

The human understanding is no dry light, but receives an infusion from the will and affections... What a man had rather were true he more readily believes.

Nothing is more pleasant to the eye than green grass kept finely shorn.

Truth is a naked and open daylight, that does not show the masques, and mummeries, and triumphs of the world, half so stately and daintily as candle-lights. . . A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure