For There Are Very Few

Such Is The Nature Of Men, That Howsoever They May Acknowledge Many Others To Be More Witty, Or More Eloquent, Or More Learned; Yet They Will Hardly Believe There Be Many So Wise As Themselves.

The Praise Of Ancient Authors Proceeds Not From The Reverence Of The Dead, But From The Competition And Mutual Envy Of The Living.

Sudden Glory Is The Passion Which Maketh Those Grimaces Called Laughter.

I Think, Therefore Matter Is Capable Of Thinking.

If I Had Read As Much As Other Men I Would Have Known No More Than They.