There are as many and innumerable degrees of wit, as there are cubits between this and heaven.
Each man calls barbarism whatever is not his own practice; for indeed it seems we have no other test of truth and reason than the example and pattern of the opinions and customs of the country we live in
I had rather complain of ill-fortune than be ashamed of victory.
He who is not sure of his memory, should not undertake the trade of lying.
Fie on the eloquence that leaves us craving itself, not things!
Great authors, when they write about causes, adduce not only those they think are true but also those they do not believe in, provided they have some originality and beauty. They speak truly and usefully enough if they speak ingeniously.