A little water makes a sea, a small puff of wind a Tempest.

Things evidently false are not only printed, but many things of truth most falsely set forth.

There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read may read our natures.

Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave.

It is we that are blind, not fortune.

Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line ure hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the Art of God.

Obstinacy in a bad cause is but constancy in a good.