During the time men live without a common power to keep them all in awe, they are in that conditions called war; and such a war, as if of every man, against every man.

As soon as a thought darts, I write it down.

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.

Whatsoever accidents or qualities our senses make us think there be in the world, they are not there, but are seemings and apparitions only. The things that really are in the world without us, are those motions by which these seemings are caused. And this is the great deception of sense, which also is by sense to be corrected. For as sense telleth me, when I see directly, that the colour seemeth to be in the object; so also sense telleth me, when I see by reflection, that colour is not in the object.

A man's conscience and his judgment is the same thing; and as the judgment, so also the conscience, may be erroneous.

Humans are driven by a perpetual and restless desire of power.

Covenants without swords are but words.