We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.

To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

And new Philosophy calls all in doubt, the element of fire is quite put out; the Sun is lost, and the earth, and no mans wit can well direct him where to look for it.

Friends are ourselves.

Affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it.

The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.

Men have conceived a twofold use of sleep; it is a refreshing of the body in this life, and a preparing of the soul for the next.