No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.
Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another.
The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander.
The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
Modesty and diffidence make a man unfit for public affairs; they also make him unfit for brothels.
I would recommend a free commerce both of matter and mind. I would let men enter their own churches with the same freedom as their own houses; and I would do it without a homily or graciousness or favor, for tyranny itself is to me a word less odious than toleration.