There was a young man in Rome that was very like Augustus Caesar; Augustus took knowledge of it and sent for the man, and asked him "Was your mother never at Rome?" He answered "No Sir; but my father was."

For what a man would like to be true, that he more readily believes.

Who ever is out of patience is out of possession of their soul.

The general root of superstition is that men observe when things hit, and not when they miss, and commit to memory the one, and pass over the other.

If vices were profitable, the virtuous man would be the sinner.

The greatest vicissitude of things amongst men, is the vicissitude of sects and religions.

There is a wisdom in this beyond the rules of physic: a man's own observation what he finds good of and what he finds hurt of is the best physic to preserve health.