It is we that are blind, not fortune.
Study prophecies when they are become histories.
Age doth not rectify, but incurvate our natures, turning bad dispositions into worser habits.
I love to lose myself in a mystery to pursue my reason to an O altitudo.
Many-have too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth.
Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. I shall find one.