“He knoweth the universe, and himself he knoweth not.”

The fastidious are unfortunate: nothing can satisfy them.

The good, we do it; the evil, that is fortune; man is always right, and destiny always wrong.

Never sell the bear’s skin before one has killed the beast.

But every one has a besetting sin to which he returns.

One should stick to the sort of thing for which one was made; I tried to be an herbalist, Whereas I should keep to the butchers trade.

Half of today is better than all of tomorrow.

Beware, so long as you live, of judging men by their outward appearance.

Imitators are a slavish herd and fools in my opinion.

Nothing weighs on us so heavily as a secret.

Cats know not how to pardon.

O tyrant love, when held by you, We may to prudence bid adieu.

Rogues are always found out in some way. Whoever is a wolf will act like a wolf, that is most certain.

Lies and literature have always been friends.

Women keep no secrets, and I know many men, who are women in this regard.

What God does, He does well.

We believe no evil till the evil’s done.

Set all things in their own peculiar place, and know that order is the greatest grace.

Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two.

All know that the drop merges into the ocean but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.

And knowing money is a root of evil, in Christian charity, he’d take away whatever things may hinder your salvation.

This is the strangest life I’ve ever known.

You know that you know nothing. Find out that knowledge.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

Human weakness is to desire to know what one does not want to know.