I am afraid that our eyes are bigger than our stomachs, and that we have more curiosity than understanding. We grasp at everything, but catch nothing except wind.

It is easier to sacrifice great than little things.

But the touch or company of any man whatsoever stirreth up their heat, which in their solitude was hushed and quiet, and lay as cinders raked up in ashes.

It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.

All the world knows me in my book, and my book in me.

Let every foot have its own shoe.

I have never known a greater miracle, or monster, than myself.