Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Better it were not to live than to live a coward.

Whosoever in writing a modern history shall follow the truth too near the heels it may haply strike out his teeth.

Hatreds are the cinders of affection.

Whoso taketh in hand to govern a multitude, either by way of liberty or principality, and cannot assure himself of those persons that are enemies to that enterprise, doth frame a state of short perseverance.

In a word, we may gather out of History a policy no less wise than I eternal; by the comparison and application of other mens fore-passed miseries with our own like errours and ill-deservings.

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