A man may be in as just possession of the truth as of a city, and yet be forced to surrender.

I would not live over my hours past ... not unto Cicero's ground because I have lived them well, but for fear I should live them worse.

Yes, even amongst wiser militants, how many wounds have been given, and credits slain, for the poor victory of an opinion, or beggarly conquest of a distinction.

He is rich who hath enough to be charitable.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

Light that makes things seen, makes some things invisible.

Content may dwell in all stations. To be low but above contempt may be high enough to be happy.