Truth is a naked and open daylight, that does not show the masques, and mummeries, and triumphs of the world, half so stately and daintily as candle-lights. . . A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure

Because the acts or events of true history have not that magnitude which satisfieth the mind of man, poesy feigneth acts and events greater and more heroical.

For cleanness of body was ever esteemed to proceed from a due reverence to God, to society, and to ourselves.

The errors of young men are the ruin of business, but the errors of aged men amount to this, that more might have been done, or sooner.

Everybody has his own interpretation of a painting he sees.

The divisions of science are not like different lines that meet in one angle, but rather like the branches of trees that join in one trunk.

Reading maketh a full man.