There is no excellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the proportion.
I work for posterity, these things requiring ages for their accomplishment.
Silence is the virtue of fools.
Death is a friend of ours; and he that is not ready to entertain him is not at home.
Time is the author of authors.
Men are rather beholden ... generally to chance or anything else, than to logic, for the invention of arts and sciences.