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

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

Fashion is only the attempt to realize art in living forms and social intercourse.

In taking revenge, a man is but even with his enemy; but in passing it over, he is superior.

A cat will never drown if she sees the shore.

Of all virtues and dignities of the mind, goodness is the greatest

Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.