If any two men desire the same thing, which nevertheless they cannot both enjoy, they become enemies.

War consisteth not in battle only, or the act of fighting; but in a tract of time, wherein the will to contend by battle is sufficiently known.

The secret thoughts of a man run over all things, holy, profane, clean, obscene, grave, and light, without shame or blame.

Leisure is the Mother of Philosophy.

Felicity is a continual progress of the desire from one object to another, the attaining of the former being still but the way to the latter.

Life is nasty, brutish, and short

I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.