Human society is like an arch, kept from falling by the mutual pressure of its parts

Away with the world's opinion of you-it's always unsettled and divided.

That which Fortune has not given, she cannot take away.

Poverty wants some, luxury many, and avarice all things.

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. It sets the slave at liberty, carries the banished man home, and places all mortals on the same level, insomuch that life itself were a punishment without it.

Anger, though concealed, is betrayed by the countenance. ?That anger is not warrantable which hath seen two suns.

There is about wisdom a nobility and magnificence in the fact that she doesn't just fall to a person's lot, that each man owes her to his own efforts, that one doesn't go to anyone other than oneself to find her.