There is something in us that can be without us, and will be after us, though indeed it hath no history of what it was before us, and cannot tell how it entered into us.

Flattery is a juggler, and no kin unto sincerity.

Should your riches increase, let your mind keep pace with them.

Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.

I could never divide myself from any man upon the difference of an opinion, or be angry with his judgment for not agreeing with me in that from which perhaps within a few days I should dissent myself.

Every Country hath its Machiavel.

There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning may be confident of no end.