When we have got it, we want something else.

We endeavor more that men should speak of us, than how and what they speak, and it sufficeth us that our name run in men's mouths, in what manner soever. It stemma that to be known is in some sort to have life and continuance in other men's keeping.

I conceive that pleasures are to be avoided if greater pains be the consequence, and pains to be coveted that will terminate in greater pleasures.

All the fame you should look for in life is to have lived it quietly.

All passions that suffer themselves to be relished and digested are but moderate.

Scratching is one of nature's sweetest gratifications, and nearest at hand.

Is it reasonable that even the arts should take advantage of and profit by our natural stupidity and feebleness of mind?