There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.
There is no royal road or ready way to virtue.
Let him have the key of thy heart, who hath the lock of his own.
For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.
Rich with the spoils of nature.
Obstinacy in a bad cause is but constancy in a good.