He who would teach men to die would teach them to live.

Rash and incessant scolding runs into custom and renders itself despised.

Truth and reason are common to everyone, and are no more his who spake them first than his who speaks them after.

I see several animals that live so entire and perfect a life, some without sight, others without hearing: who knows whether to us also one, two, or three, or many other senses, may not be wanting?

Necessity is a violent school-mistress.

There is not one of us that would not be worse than kings, if so continually corrupted as they are with a sort of vermin called flatterers.

I am myself the matter of my book.