The worst men often give the best advice.

I paint for myself. I don't know how to do anything else, anyway. Also I have to earn my living, and occupy myself.

There were taken apples, and ... closed up in wax. ... After a month's space, the apple inclosed in was was as green and fresh as the first putting in, and the kernals continued white. The cause is, for that all exclusion of open air, which is ever predatory, maintaineth the body in its first freshness and moisture.

Time is the author of authors.

All colours will agree in the dark.

But men must know, that in this theatre of man's life it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers on.

A graceful and pleasing figure is a perpetual letter of recommendation.