Light that makes things seen, makes some things invisible.

I have tried if I could reach that great resolution . . . to be honest without a thought of Heaven or Hell.

He that unburied lies wants not his hearse, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.

To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history.

Quotation mistakes, inadvertency, expedition, and human lapses, may make not only moles but warts in learned authors.

Now with my friend I desire not to share or participate, but to engross his sorrows, that, by making them mine own, I may more easily discuss them; for in mine own reason, and within myself, I can command that which I cannot entreat without myself, and within the circle of another.

What then is the wisdom of the times called old? Is it the wisdom of gray hairs? No. It is the wisdom of the cradle.