I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.
Pure innovation is more gross than error.
Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.
He is at no end of his actions blestWhose ends will make him greatest, and not best.
Words writ in waters.
Extremes, though contrary, have the like effects. Extreme heat kills, and so extreme cold: extreme love breeds satiety, and so extreme hatred; and too violent rigor tempts chastity, as does too much license.