This idea is more surely understood by interrogation; WHAT DO I KNOW? which I bear as my motto with the emblem of a pair of scales.

The curiosity of knowing things has been given to man for a scourge.

The middle sort of historians (of which the most part are) spoil all; they will chew our meat for us.

There is no pleasure to me without communication: there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind that it does not grieve me to have produced alone, and that I have no one to tell it to.

There is perhaps no more obvious vanity than to write of it so vainly.

A learned man is not learned in all things; but a sufficient man is sufficient throughout, even to ignorance itself.

The archer who overshoots his mark does no better than he who falls short of it.