It is a true proverb, that if you live with a lame man, you will learn to limp.

But being overborne with numbers, and nobody daring to face about, stretching out his hands to heaven, [Romulus] prayed to Jupiter to stop the army, and not to neglect but maintain the Roman cause, now in extreme danger. The prayer was no sooner made, than shame and respect for their king checked many; the fears of the fugitives changed suddenly into confidence.

Wickedness frames the engines of her own torment. She is a wonderful artisan of a miserable life.

This excerpt is presented as reproduced by Copernicus in the preface to De Revolutionibus: "Some think that the earth remains at rest. But Philolaus the Pythagorean believes that, like the sun and moon, it revolves around the fire in an oblique circle. Heraclides of Pontus and Ecphantus the Pythagorean make the earth move, not in a progressive motion, but like a wheel in rotation from west to east around its own center."

It is the admirer of himself, and not the admirer of virtue, that thinks himself superior to others.

Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.

For the correct analogy for the mind is not a vessel that needs filling, but wood that needs igniting.