There are as many and innumerable degrees of wit, as there are cubits between this and heaven.

I would rather be an expert on me than on Cicero

In truth, the care and expense of our fathers aims only at furnishing our heads with knowledge; of judgement and virtue, little news.

It is equally pointless to weep because we won't be alive a hundred years from now as that we were not here a hundred years ago.

There is more ado to interpret interpretations than to interpret things, and more books upon books than upon any other subject; we do nothing but comment upon one another. Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.

Man is quite insane. He wouldn?t know how to create a maggot, and he creates Gods by the dozen.

The shortest way to arrive at glory would be to do that for conscience which we do for glory.