It is better to will the good than to know the truth.

Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?

Who over-refines his argument brings himself to grief

Who naught suspects is easily deceived.

Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.

Each famous author of antiquity whom I recover places a new offence and another cause of dishonor to the charge of earlier generations, who, not satisfied with their own disgraceful barrenness, permitted the fruit of other minds, and the writings that their ancestors had produced by toil and application, to perish through insufferable neglect. Although they had nothing of their own to hand down to those who were to come after, they robbed posterity of its ancestral heritage.