We see then how far the monuments of wit and learning are more durable than the monuments of power, or of the hands. For have not the verses of Homer continued twenty-five hundred years or more, without the loss of a syllable or letter; during which time infinite palaces, temples, castles, cities have been decayed and demolished?

The speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.

Painting is the pattern of one's own nervous system being projected on canvas.

Boldness is ever blind, for it sees not dangers and inconveniences whence it is bad in council though good in execution.

Certainly virtue is like precious odors, most fragrant when they are incensed, or crushed: for prosperity doth best discover vice, but adversity doth best discover virtue.

... wife and children are a kind of discipline of humanity.

Above all, believe it, the sweetest canticle is Nunc dimittis, when a man hath obtained worthy ends and expectations. Death hath this also, that it openeth the gate to good fame, and extinguisheth envy.