Suspicion amongst thoughts are like bats amongst birds, they never fly by twilight.

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.

We must see whether the same clock with weights will go faster at the top of a mountain or at the bottom of a mine; it is probable, if the pull of the weights decreases on the mountain and increases in the mine, that the earth has real attraction.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice.

The remedy is worse than the disease.

In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.

Fortitude is the marshal of thought, the armor of the will, and the fort of reason.