Travelling through the world produces a marvellous clarity in the judgment of men. We are all of us confined and enclosed within ourselves, and see no farther than the end of our nose.

Speaking is half his that speaks, and half his that hears.

The wise man lives as long as he ought, not so long as he can.

I had rather fashion my mind than furnish it.

We call comeliness a mischance in the first respect, which belongs principally to the face.

Even from their infancy we frame them to the sports of love: their instruction, behavior, attire, grace, learning and all their words azimuth only at love, respects only affection. Their nurses and their keepers imprint no other thing in them.

Fame and tranquility can never be bedfellows.