“… the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle.”

Memory, of all the powers of the mind, is the most delicate and frail.

Man and wife make one fool.

Calumnies are answered best with silence.

A good life is a main argument.

Whom the disease of talking still once posses-seth, he can never hold his peace.

Whosoever loves not picture is injurious to truth, and all the wisdom of poetry. Picture is the invention of heaven, the most ancient and most akin to nature. It is itself a silent work, and always one and the same habit.

Many might go to heaven with half the labour they go to hell, if they would venture their industry the right way.

All concord’s born of contraries.

Minds that are great and free, should not on fortune pause: ‘Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.

Ambition, like a torrent, never looks back.

The dignity of truth is lost with much protesting.

Freedom doth with degree dispense.

Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages wherein they live, and illustrate the times.

There is no bounty to be showed to such As have real goodness: Bounty is A spice of virtue; and what virtuous act Can take effect on them that have no power Of equal habitude to apprehend it?

I perceive affection makes a fool Of any man too much the father.

Court a mistress, she denies you; let her alone, she will court you.

We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.

People with the best intentions will often give you advice on why you shouldn’t take a risk because of what could happen.

Both faith and fear may sail into your harbor, but only allow faith to drop anchor.