Trust few men; above all, keep your follies to yourself.

I can't write a book commensurate with Shakespeare, but I can write a book by me.

A professional man of letters, especially if he is much at war with unscrupulous enemies, is naturally jealous of his privacy; he will be silent on his more personal interests, or, if he must speak, will veil them under conventional forms.

Death, which hateth and destroyeth a man, is believed; God, which hath made him and loves him, is always deferred.

The first draught serveth for health, the second for pleasure, the third for shame, the fourth for madness.

... but the longest day hath its evening.

Our immortal souls, while righteous, are by God himself beautified with the title of his own image and similitude.