It was prettily devised of Aesop, The fly sat on the axle tree of the chariot wheel and said, what dust do I raise!

So that every wand or staff of empire is forsooth curved at top.

Hurl your calumnies boldly; something is sure to stick.

I want to make portraits and images. I don't know how. Out of despair, I just use paint anyway. Suddenly the things you make coagulate and take on just the shape you intend. Totally accurate marks, which are outside representational marks.

Children sweeten labours, but they make misfortunes more bitter.

In taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior.

Suspicions that the mind, of itself, gathers, are but buzzes; but suspicions that are artificially nourished and put into men's heads by the tales and whisperings of others, have stings.