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

I wish I loved the Human Race; I wish I loved its silly face; I wish I liked the way it walks; I wish I liked the way it talks; And when I'm introduced to one I wish I thought What Jolly Fun!

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

Men endure the losses that befall them by mere casualty with more patience than the damages they sustain by injustice.

All histories do show, and wise politicians do hold it necessary that, for the well-governing of every Commonweal, it behoveth man to presuppose that all men are evil, and will declare themselves so to be when occasion is offered.

It is the nature of men having escaped one extreme, which by force they were constrained long to endure, to run headlong into the other extreme, forgetting that virtue doth always consist in the mean.

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