Praise is a debt we owe unto the virtue of others, and due unto our own from all whom malice hath not made mutes, or envy struck dumb.
Men have lost their reason in nothing so much as their religion, wherein stones and clouts make martyrs.
The noblest Digladiation is in the Theatre of ourselves.
He who discommendeth others obliquely commendeth himself (Christian morals).
The man without a navel still lives in me.
I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.