Lovers are angry, reconciled, entreat, thank, appoint, and finally speak all things, by their.

I do not understand; I pause; I examine.

Wonder is the foundation of all philosophy, inquiry the progress, ignorance the end.

We have the pleasures suitable to our lot; let us not usurp those of greatness. Ours are more natural and all the more solid and sure for being humbler. Since we will not do so out of conscience, at least out of ambition let us reject ambition.

There are as many and innumerable degrees of wit, as there are cubits between this and heaven.

It is a rare life that remains orderly even in private.

And I loathe people who find it harder to put up with a gown askew than with a soul askew and who judge a man by his bow, his bearing and his boots.