Money is a good servant, a dangerous master.

No artist knows in his own lifetime whether what he does will be the slightest good, because it takes at least seventy-five to a hundred years before the thing begins to sort itself out.

The root of all superstition is that men observe when a thing hits, but not when it misses.

Base and crafty cowards are like the arrow that flieth in the dark.

Without friends the world is but a wilderness.

The poets did well to conjoin music and medicine, in Apollo, because the office of medicine is but to tune the curious harp of man's body and reduce it to harmony.

For it is most true that a natural and secret hatred and aversation towards society in any man, hath somewhat of the savage beast.