We are not sensible of the most perfect health, as we are of the least sickness.

The middle sort of historians, of which the most part are, they spoil all; they will chew our meat for us.

Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope, that in a mortal subject, and in a moment, makes nothing of usurping infinity, immensity, eternity, and of supplying its masters indigence, at its pleasure, with all things he can imagine or desire!

One may be humble out of pride.

Philosophy forms us for ourselves, not for others; to be, not to seem.

He that had never seen a river, imagined the first he met with to be the sea.

He who would be cured of ignorance must confess it.

No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.

Is there a polity better ordered, the offices better distributed, and more inviolably observed and maintained, than that of bees?

My trade and art is to live.