. . . the state of things and the dispositions of men were then such, that a man could not well tell whom he might trust or whom he might fear.

The Utopians feel that slaughtering our fellow creatures gradually destroys the sense of compassion, which is the finest sentiment of which our human nature is capable.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine

One man to live in pleasure and wealth, whiles all other weap and smart for it, that is the part not of a king, but of a jailor.

Those among them that have not received our religion do not fright any from it, and use none ill that goes over to it, so that all the while I was there one man was only punished on this occasion.

It's a poor doctor who can't cure one disease without giving you another.

It is naturally given to all men to esteem their own inventions best.