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."

The fortune which nobody sees makes a person happy and unenvied.

For fountains, they are a Great Beauty and Refreshment, but Pools mar all, and make the Garden unwholesome, and full of Flies and Frogs.

The voice of the people has about it something divine: for how otherwise can so many heads agree together as one?

You can't be more horrific than life itself.

Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience.

One always starts work with the subject, no matter how tenuous it is, and one constructs an artificial structure by which one can trap the reality of the subject-matter that one has started from.