Being wise doth either make men our friends or discourage them from being our enemies.

The lower sort of men must be indulged the consolation of finding fault with those above them; without that, they would be so melancholy that it would be dangerous, considering their numbers.

The sense of ultimate truth is the intellectual counterpart of the esthetic sense of perfect beauty, or the moral sense of perfect good.

If politicians would think more they would act less.

Men are not hanged for stealing horses, but that horses may not be stolen.

Being wise doth either make men our friends or discourage them from being our enemies.

To the question, What shall we do to be saved in this World? there is no other answer but this, Look to your Moat.