There is nothing so confining as the prisons of our own perceptions.
I was a coward on instinct.
I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.
Give me to drink mandragora.
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.