Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

He that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well.

Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.

When complaints are freely heard, deeply considered and speedily reformed, then is the utmost bound of civil liberty attained that wise men look for.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

Love-quarrels oft in pleasing concord end.

True it is that covetousness is rich, modesty starves.

No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.

None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but licence.

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.

Deep-versed in books and shallow in himself.

Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe.

The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit.

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

Truth never comes into the world but like a bastard, to the ignominy of him that brought her birth.

Though we take from a covetous man all his treasure, he has yet one jewel left; you cannot bereave him of his covetousness.

The mind in itself can make a heaven of hell or a hell of heaven.

I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.

Let none admire that riches grow in hell; that soil may best deserve the precious bane.

To adore the conqueror, who now beholds Cherub and seraph rolling in the flood.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.

The best apology against false accusers is silence.

To be blind is not miserable not to be able to bear blindness that is miserable.

A beardless cynic is the shame of nature.

Chance governs all.

The childhood shows the man as morning shows the day.

Biochemically love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.

Towered cities please us then and the busy hum of men.

A crown golden in show is but a wreath of thorns.

Danger will wink on opportunity.

He seemed For dignity composd and high exploit But all was false and hollow.

Prudence is the virtue by which we discern what is proper to do under various circumstances in time and place.

Sweetest echo sweetest nymph that livst unseen Within thy airy shell By slow Meanders margent green And in the violet embroidered vale.

In dim eclipse disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs

Oh dark dark dark amid the blaze of noon Irrecoverably dark total Eclipse Without all hope of day