He who would be singular in his apparel had need have something superlative to balance that affectation.

We pick our own sorrows out of the joys of other men, and from their sorrows likewise we derive our joys.

There is no detraction worse than to overpraise a man, for if his worth proves short of what report doth speak of him, his own actions are ever giving the lie to his honor.

Riches, though they may reward virtues, yet they cannot cause them; he is much more noble who deserves a benefit than he who bestows one.

Surely, if we considered detraction to be bred of envy, nested only in deficient minds, we should find that the applauding of virtue would win us far more honor than the seeking slyly to disparage it. That would show we loved what we commended, while this tells the world we grudge at what we want in ourselves.

Vice is a peripatetic, always in progression.

There is no one subsists by himself alone.