It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everybody else, and still unknown to himself.

Habit, if wisely and skillfully formed, becomes truly a second nature; but unskillfully and unmethodically depicted, it will be as it were an ape of nature, which imitates nothing to the life, but only clumsily and awkwardly

Nay, number itself in armies importeth not much, where the people is of weak courage; for, as Virgil saith, It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep be.

Much bending breaks the bow; much unbending the mind.

Croesus said to Cambyses; That peace was better than war; because in peace the sons did bury their fathers, but in wars the fathers did bury their sons.

It is nothing won to admit men with an open door, and to receive them with a shut and reserved countenance.

Vices of the time; vices of the man.