Anger, the Stoics said, was a short madness.

There is nothing so great that I fear to do it for my friend; nothing so small that I will disdain to do it for him.

Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be, first be he true, for truth doth truth deserve.

Misery and misfortune is all one; and of misfortune fortune hath only the gift.

O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!

Fearfulness, contrary to all other vices, maketh a man think the better of another, the worse of himself.

How violently do rumors blow the sails of popular judgments! How few there be that can discern between truth and truth-likeness, between shows and substance!