When Socrates, after being relieved of his irons, felt the relish of the itching that their weight had caused in his legs, he rejoiced to consider the close alliance between pain and pleasure.

He that had never seen a river, imagined the first he met with to be the sea.

We every day and every hour say things of another that we might more properly say of ourselves, could we but apply our observations to our own concerns.

All we do is to look after the opinions and learning of others: we ought to make them our own.

The thing in the world I am most afraid of is fear, and with good reason; that passion alone, in the trouble of it, exceeding all other accidents

Men ... are not agreed about any one thing, not even that heaven is over our heads.

To make a crooked stick straight, we bend it the contrary way.