No spiritual mind remains within itself; it is always aspiring and going beyond its own strength.

When a Roman was returning from a trip, he used to send someone ahead to let his wife know, so as not to surprise her in the act.

I love those historians that are either very simple or most excellent. Such as are between both (which is the most common fashion), it is they that spoil all; they will needs chew our meat for us and take upon them a law to judge, and by consequence to square and incline the story according to their fantasy.

Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward.

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

Human wisdom makes as ill use of her talent when she exercises it in rescinding from the number and sweetness of those pleasures that are naturally our due, as she employs it favorably and well in artificially disguising and tricking out the ills of life to alleviate the sense of them.

Desire and hope will push us on toward the future.