Temperance is a bridle of gold; he, who uses it rightly, is more like a god than a man.
Our mental limitations prevent us from accepting our mental limitations.
Certainty and similar states of ‘knowing what we know’ arise out of involuntary brain mechanisms that, like love or anger, function independently of reason.
Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him, all his life long.
Naught so sweet as melancholy.
It is most true, stylus virum arguit, - our style betrays us.