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.

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

There is no such thing as perpetual tranquility of mind while we live here.

No arts, no letters - no society.

Words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them: but they are the money of fools, that value them by the authority of an Aristotle, a Cicero, or a Thomas, or any other doctor whatsoever, if but a man.

To conclude, The Light of humane minds is Perspicuous Words, but by exact definitions first snuffed, and purged from ambiguity; Reason is the pace; Encrease of Science, the way; and the Benefit of man-kind, the end.

Ambition, and Covetousnesse are Passions that are perpetually incumbent, and pressing.