Skepticism is slow suicide.
Life too near paralyses art.
Every discourse is an approximate answer: but it is of small consequence, that we do not get it into verbs and nouns, whilst it abides for contemplation forever.
Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.
The solar system has no anxiety about its reputation.
Some men's words I remember so well that I must often use them to express my thought. Yes, because I perceive that we have heard the same truth, but they have heard it better.