The beautiful souls are they that are universal, open, and ready for all things.

Socrates, who was a perfect model in all great qualities, ... hit on a body and face so ugly and so incongruous with the beauty of his soul, he who was so madly in love with beauty.

Tis so much to be a king, that he only is so by being so.

How often our involuntary facial motions testify to the thoughts we were keeping secret, and betray us to those around!

We seem ambitious God's whole work to undo. ...With new diseases on ourselves we war, And with new physic, a worse engine far.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?

There is nothing useless in nature; not even uselessness itself