The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.

One open way of speaking introduces another open way of speaking, and draws out discoveries, like wine and love.

I have gathered a posy of other men’s flowers and only the thread that bonds them is my own.

When I express my opinions it is so as to reveal the measure of my sight not the measure of the thing.

A wise man loses nothing, if he but save himself.

My reason is not framed to bend or stoop: my knees are.

Whoever will be cured of ignorance, let him confess it.