From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater, without considering whether those little sums were rightly cast up or not; and at last finding the error visible, and not mistrusting their first grounds, know not which way to clear themselves; but spend time in fluttering over their books, as birds that entering by the chimney, and finding themselves enclosed in a chamber, flutter at the false light of a glass window, for want of wit to consider which way they came in.

He that is taken and put into prison or chains is not conquered, though overcome; for he is still an enemy.

If I had read as much as other men I would have known no more than they.

All generous minds have a horror of what are commonly called 'Facts'. They are the brute beasts of the intellectual domain.

Words are the counters of wise men, but the money of fools.

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.

I shall be glad then to find a hole to creep out of the world.