Great boldness is seldom without some absurdity.
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.
The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand.
It was well said that envy keeps no holidays.
The only really interesting thing is what happens between two people in a room.
They are happy men whose natures sort with their vocations.