Cowardice is the mother of cruelty.

Intemperance is the plaque of sensuality, and temperance is not its bane but its seasoning.

Every place swarms with commentaries; of authors there is great scarcity.

If I can, I shall keep my death from saying anything that my life has not already said.

Let [children] be able to do all things, and love to do only the good.

Shame on all eloquence which leaves us with a taste for itself and not for its substance.

I find no quality so easy for a man to counterfeit as devotion, though his life and manner are not conformable to it; the essence of it is abstruse and occult, but the appearances easy and showy.