I had rather stand the shock of a basilisk than the fury of a merciless pen.
Flattery is a juggler, and no kin unto sincerity.
For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.
Gold once out of the earth is no more due unto it; what was unreasonably committed to the ground, is reasonably resumed from it; let monuments and rich fabricks, not riches, adorn men's ashes.
A wise man is out of the reach of fortune.
How shall we expect charity towards others, when we are uncharitable to ourselves?